#Part 7: Repairs and Reunions

[ishipgenfics]

You and Your Human: Part 6

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

You gently peel your human away from you, limb by limb. It makes a soft whining noise.

"I am sorry," you say, edging away from your human. "I need to go."

Your human seems to collect itself, nodding firmly. "Right. Sorry."

"Captain?" the pilot calls. "You really should come look at this."

You wish you could stay. Your human is breathing heavily, and it looks tense as it shifts along the ground, as if any wrong movement might make it fall over and shatter. But this, whatever it is, is important.

You follow your pilot up to the bridge, where your engineer and scientist are both standing. They nod as you approach. You note vaguely that it is funny, how easy it is to pick up on human quirks.

"We got a messsssssage a few minutesss ago," your engineer explains. Her Pyricese is getting very good. "It is the same word... wordsss?"

"Do you mean phrase?"

"Yes. The same phrase, over and over. Many languages, but same phrase, I think."

"What is it?" you say. There is no voice echoing through the bridge, so your engineer must have shut off the message for now. Unless perhaps the message written, and sent through the controls. You can't really say.

"Do you have a human?" the Sirviles quotes. "That is all."

You stiffen, thinking over all the sentients you have encountered so far. Could one of them have figured out your secret, your human?

Or maybe it is someone you haven't met before. After all, your former customers would know what language you speak.

So. Who is this, and what does it want with a human?

"Do you want me to answer their hail?" the engineer asks.

"Yes, thank you," you say. "Please do."

The big screen that usually shows nothing but blank space and the flicker of stars lights up. A human appears on the screen.

It looks young, probably around the same age as your human, if you had to guess. Its hair is the color of dirty sand, and it is wearing a gray shirt that is definitely too big for it.

Its eyes meet yours, and he says, in pitch-perfect Pyricese, "Do you have a human?"

It starts to repeat it in another pronoun variant, but you hold up a hand and it stops. "I am captain of this vessel, and use she/her pronouns," you say in your native tongue, all lilts and rolls. "What are your pronouns, and what do you want with us?"

The human says nothing.

You frown. "My name is Rhy'cd," you say. You had not gotten the impression that names were of much importance to humans, considering your human's behavior, but perhaps it was simply an anomaly. "Please state your intentions."

The human stayed quiet for a moment longer and then repeated, "Do you have a human?"

You stare. "... that's the only sentence in Pyricese you know, isn't it?"

"Do you have a--"

"Yeah, yeah," you wave your hand and the human stops talking. With a sigh, you switch languages. "Do you speak English?"

The human startles. "Yes, I do. Why do you speak English?"

"I have an personal interest in languages," you reply, which is not technically inaccurate.

"Do you have a human?" the human says again, falling back on its weird catchphrase. You try very hard to focus on the words and not just the way this humans speaks. It is different then your human, faster and smoother, with more heavily accented vowels. A dialect, perhaps? Or could English be this human's second language? The books had implied that Earth was a multi-lingual planet...

"Well?' the human demands, shocking you out of your thoughts. Your ears shoot up, and your fur bristles.

"Why do you want a human?" you ask.

The human does something with its lips, like a smile, but not all the way. "Let's just say... I have a personal interest."

Snarky little-- "I will not give up a member of my crew," you say. "Not without a reason."

The human points at you. "Aha! You do have a human!"

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. You try to pull yourself together and deliver some kind of eloquent plea to continue diplomatic talks but what comes out of your mouth is instead, "It wants to be here!"

The human's face shuts down. Completely. You aren't all that good at reading human facial expressions at the best of times(void, you have trouble with it among your own species) but right now you are getting nothing. Except the eyes. Those are filled with cold hard anger. You shiver.

You know humans are predators. But this is the first time you've ever really felt it.

"Wait," you say. "We can talk about this--"

"Will you give me my human?"

... you've had a bad day. You've been a little stressed ever since you woke up, and you really haven't been sleeping enough ever since you started cramming for your human's surprise, and now you're in the middle of a direct confrontation and you're a prey animal, damnit! You aren't meant for this.

And all these things, piled one on top of the other, are slowly wearing down your restraint and making it so that--

Well. When you hear that possessive adjective, your instincts scream.

"Mine."

The human nods, stiffly. "Right then." The screen turns off.

You sink into your chair, wrapping yourself in your tail. No one says anything.

Your engineer is the one to finally break the silence. "Captain? They're charging weapons."

That little tidbit breaks you out of your haze of instincts and failure. Your claws retract and reveal again, scraping against metal. You take a deep breath.

"Pull up the star charts," you order your scientist.

"But--"

"Pull them up!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The screen changed, a sea of empty black appearing. You must have stumbled your way into a dead zone. Damnit. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your engineer frantically fiddling with the controls. The shields around the ship glow brighter, blocking out the first volley of attack. The human's ship pauses, waiting to see what you do. They must not have much ammunition.

"Expand," you order.

There's a slight pause as your engineer taps frantically at the controls before the screen expands wider. You search the void, sharp eyes scanning every inch and-- there!

"My pilot," you say. "Set a course for the star."

There's a flash of bright light, and as your pilot springs to action, feathers rustling, you turn to see your scientist flickering anxiously.

"Can't--danger-- star-- fire,"

"I'm sorry," you say as gently as you can, as the ship hums and starts flying. "We don't really have a choice."

Your scientist growls.

"Captain?" your pilot says. Their voice is ever so slightly higher-pitched than normal, indicating a hint of hysteria, but they seem to be holding together well. "The other ship is following us."

"Are they charging weapons?"

Your engineer snorts. "At this speed? In that ship? No."

The star map comes down, and you see the star quickly approaching. Your ship slows down/

"Shall I stop the ship?" your pilot asks. "We're going to hit the star."

You nod. "That's the point. Keep going."

You fly into the star. Instantly, the ship starts shaking.

"Shields are down!" your engineer yells. "Shields are down!"

"The other ship has stopped following us!" your pilot says.

There is another flash of bright light and your scientist is gone. You look around, but can't see it anywhere.

"Captain?" your engineer says. "The shields are... coming back up. 10 percent... 20 percent... 30 percent... 40 percent... holding steady at 40 percent!"

You peer at the screen. "My scientist?" you say, feeling stupid. "Is that you?"

A shining face appears and nods at you before vanishing, presumably back into the wiring.

Your engineer coughs. "Captain. We are safe for now, but this ship was not made to enter stars. We will need to do repairs before we can continue safely."

You nod numbly. Your ears are low. You think you might be in shock. Or no.

Adrenaline crash, my old friend.

"Captain?" your engineer says. "What do you want me to do?"

Your head feels floaty. "The other ship isn't coming after us."

"That is correct."

You stand up, and wave a paw at everyone. "You all can... do whatever you want then. I'm going to go find my human."

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Masterlist 

The Flip Side (on hiatus)

Part: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7, 8,  9, 10, 11,  12

Ao3

Silver Springs

Part: 1,  2 ,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9, 10, 11, 12 (completed)

Ao3 

Growing Pains (post mob-life fic -- in progress)

Part: 1,   2,   3,   4,   5,    6

Ao3

Silver Spring AU Drabbles

Ao3

Little Nat Adventures :)

Rescue ~ Adopting Boone 

Rivals ~ Y/n meets another mobster

Couched ~ Wanda gets in trouble

Recon ~ Wanda and y/n meet 

Sushi ~ First date

Burn out ~ Wanda gets sick

Faux pas ~ Pietro gets drunk

Midnight ~ Wanda visits after being away for work 

Surprise ~ Wanda gives Y/n a gift

Graduation ~ Wanda crashes a graduation party. (18+)

Decoy ~ Y/n and Wanda get a new addition to the family 

Bickering ~ Grocery shopping 

Nine lives ~ Fletcher visits the vet 

Don’t Blame Me ~ Y/n witnesses Wanda’s drug deal. (18+)

Sunrise ~ Proposal 

Crisis ~ Finding out we’re pregnant

Caught ~ Wanda gets in trouble…again

Dreams ~ Y/n deals with old demons 

Training ~Y/n and Wanda spar

K.O. ~ Y/n and Wanda spar part 2. (18+)

Trials ~ Navigating pregnancy and parenthood 

Not As Expected ~ Wanda has her baby

Role Reversal ~ Y/n, the mob boss

Intruder ~ Coming home to an unpleasant surprise 

Field work ~ Boone helps Wanda at work

Broke ~ Y/n is introduced to the darker side of Wanda’s job

Ambush ~ Y/n and Wanda have the odds stacked against them

Wrath ~ Wanda comes to Y/n’s rescue 

It ~ Movie night with Wanda

Birthday ~ Y/n celebrates a birthday

Minefield ~ Y/n meets Bucky

Aberration ~ Y/n meets Nat

Nerves ~ Y/n and Wanda get married 

Reunion ~ Y/n and Wanda go to a high school reunion

Reunion pt. 2 ~ Y/n sets things right with Wanda

Repair ~ Y/n fixes the dishwasher and Wanda is very grateful. (18+)

Ennui ~ Wanda comes out to her brother 

A Night Out ~ Y/n meets Pietro 

First Time ~ Y/n gets a tracker 

First Time pt. 2 ~ Y/n and Wanda begin to recover 

Troublemaker ~ The dogs’ babysitting skills are put to the test 

Anonymous ~ Pietro receives a disturbing letter 

Night In ~ Y/n is left in charge

Girls Trip ~ Y/n takes a trip to the beach with some friends

Serendipity ~ Y/n meets Wanda’s high school crush

Serendipity pt. 2 ~ Aftermath of Wanda’s reunion. 

Reminiscing ~ Wanda’s midnight musings 

Preparations ~ Y/n and Wanda get ready for their baby 

Infidelity ~ Wand realizes her wife is hiding something.

I Did Something Bad ~ Wanda carries out a hit

Abduction ~ An outing with Boone goes wrong  

Struggles ~ Real world attention problems

Traffic ~ Y/n and Wanda travel abroad

Mama ~ Just another weekly dinner with the fam

Cross The Line ~ Wanda takes her wife to a club

Anniversary ~ Y/n spends a special day with Wanda

Honeymoon ~ How Y/n and Wanda spend the last night of their honeymoon (18+)

Better Than Cake ~ Y/n and Wanda celebrate a birthday (18+)

Out of Commission ~ Wanda breaks her wrist 

Kinks ~ Pietro brings his sister a gift

Road Kill ~ Y/n learns something new about Wanda

Stealth ~ Y/n has a lapse in judgement

If Anyone Falls ~ Y/n and Wanda’s first time together ❤️ (18+)

Appreciation ~ A break from taking care of new baby Natalya

2, 4, 6, 8... ~ Pietro misunderstands his sister-in-law’s intentions 

Separation ~ Wanda makes a horrible mistake while arguing with her wife

Separation pt. 2 ~ Continuation of part 1  

Competition ~ Wanda catches her wife with another woman

Late Night ~ Wanda catches onto her wife’s sleepless nights

Coming home ~ Fletcher’s adoption

Feud ~ Wanda betrays her wife

Playdate ~ Boone and Fanny hang out at the compound

Nightmares ~ Wanda wakes up to an unpleasant surprise 

Cocaine Bear ~ Movie night

Wild ~ Y/n gets an unpleasant surprise 

Blackout ~ Y/n's first experience with expensive tequila

Phoenix ~ Lazy Sunday musings 

Decompress ~ Wanda helps her girlfriend relax after a hard day at work. 

Sick Leave ~ Y/n is forced to take some time off of work

Rainbow Bridge ~ Dog-centric drabble 

Trade off ~ Y/n saves Wanda’s life 

Breach ~ Natalya’s first break-in

Triage ~ Aftermath of Breach 

Stunts ~ Wanda makes a mistake 

Limbo ~ Important relationships landmarks 

Storms ~ Disruptive late night thunderstorms 

Karma ~ Family getaway

Negotiations~ Y/n sneaks out one night 

House call ~ Y/n receives an unconventional offer

Mile High Club ~ Y/n and Wanda fly to Europe

Better Help ~ Y/n goes to therapy 

Pretty Girls ~ Heart eyes 

Staying In ~ A lazy Sunday

The Sticks ~ Wanda needs a favor 

Something old, something new ~ New adventures 

Insomnia ~ Sleepless nights

Afterglow ~ Pillow talk

Let’s Groove ~ A night out 

Deprived ~ Sexting 

In The Night ~ Y/n getting into trouble

Routine ~ Wanda comes home 

Crush ~ Y/n is reunited with someone from vet school

Break In ~ Y/n’s given a reason to move to the compound 

Intervention ~ Wanda requires an intervention

Please Please Please ~ Wanda gets in trouble 

Game Night ~ Family game night 

Happy Birthday ~ An odd tradition 

Distracted ~ Y/n and Wanda spend the night at the club

Fireworks ~ New Year’s party 

Hardheaded ~ Cooking lessons with Y/n

Chase ~ Y/n’s memorable motorcycle ride

HBC ~ Y/n and Wanda take Boone to the farmer’s market

Brawl ~ Y/n trains with a recruit

Graze ~ Y/n finds herself in a shootout without Wanda

A Day in the Life ~ Y/n and Wanda go out

Alternate endings

Too late ~ Y/n dies

Laid to rest ~ Y/n dies part 2  

Complications ~ Wanda dies 

Headcanons: (where I will ramble about my favorite alternate universe)

Silver Springs AU

[mitchtheficus]

A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 1: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

The beginning of this story, covering the events leading to their first match and the forming of the Golden Lovers (2006 - 2008)

PART 2: LOVE AND SUCCESS

The Golden Lovers’ adventures in DDT (2009 - 2010)

PART 3: FALLING BEHIND

Their first foray into NJPW, the beginning of the end, and Budokan (2011 - 2012)

PART 4: THE GOLDEN LOVERS ARE NOT OVER

The end of their tag team, and Kenny’s last match in DDT (2013-2014)

PART 5: BETRAYAL

Kenny joins the Bullet Club and breaks Kota’s heart (2015)

PART 6: SEIZE THE THRONE

Kenny gets some new, sadder pants (Jan 2016 - June 2016)

PART 7: AND WAITING FOR HIM

The Pining Chapter (Aug 2016 - Sept 2016)

PART 8: WRESTLE KINGDOM 11

A wild Kota-lookalike in a tiger mask appears! (Oct 2016 - Jan 2017)

PART 9: I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT YOU

Kenny’s slowburn face turn (Feb 2017 - June 2017)

PART 10: RETURN

 Kenny says a lot of things about Kota being back in njpw (June 2017 - July 2017)

PART 11: A MEETING IN A HALLWAY

Kota tries to reach Kenny (July 2017 - Aug 2017)

PART 12: THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE

Cody Rhodes enters our story (Dec 2016 - Dec 2017)

PART 13: WRESTLE KINGDOM 12

Kota reclaims the Phoenix Splash (Dec 2017 - Jan 2018)

PART 14: CRISIS

New Years Dash, January 5, 2018

PART 15: REUNION

New Beginning in Sapporo, Jan 27-28, 2018

PART 16: HOMECOMING

Immediate Elite fallout and Golden Comeback Documentary (Jan 2018 - Feb 2018)

PART 17: HONOR RISING

Shit hits the fan (Feb 2018)

PART 18: WHERE WAS HE

Matt Jackson’s Feelings

PART 19: STRONG STYLE EVOLVED

The Saddest Match Ever (Feb 2018 - March 2018)

PART 20: WE CAN’T TRUST THIS GUY

Kenny visits ROH and the bucks see Cody’s true face (March 2018 - April 2018)

PART 21: THIS IS WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE

The Lovers spend Wrestlemania Weekend in New Orleans (April 5-7, 2018)

PART 22: REACHING OUT

The bucks try to repair their relationship with Kenny (May 2018 - June 2018)

PART 23: THE POWER OF LOVE

Dominion, June 9, 2018

PART 24: VIDEO GAMES AND THE COW PALACE

The lovers play video games and Cody chooses friendship over power for once (June 2018 - July 2018)

PART 25: MARATHON

Kota fights his way through the G1 (July 2018 - August 2018)

PART 26: TWO PEOPLE THAT SHARE ONE HEART

G1 Climax Semi-finals and Finals (August 10-12, 2018)

PART 27: THE SEA BETWEEN US

The End

[NOW ON WORDPRESS]

[mangoshorthand]

Arrow of Time- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Chapter 7 (Hard Feelings Part 5)

SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there? On to Chapter 8 >> << Back to Chapter 6

What really happened at Reginald's party

Chapter 7: His Painted Fingers

As far as the other servants knew, it was your night off given the fact Sir Lewis would be eating with Sir Reginald Hargreeves. You’d had to sneak out of the house in the gown Sir Lewis had provided you with, meeting him a little way down the road in his hired carriage.

“You look simply charming, my dear,” he gushed as he handed you into the carriage.

“Thanks,” you say, sitting as far away from him as the carriage will separate you. Being alone with him in a confined space is far from ideal. The carriage bumps slightly on the cobbles

“How far away is Sir Reginald’s house?”

“Patience, dove, patience. We’ll be there in five minutes or so.”

For the duration of the journey, you make desultory smalltalk, ignoring his none-too-subtle attempts at flirtation. Eventually, he says, 

“I hope you won’t mind, my dear, but I intend to leave rather earlier than customary this evening, around ten o’clock? I hope that meets your satisfaction?”

You don't respond. Any curtailment of the evening makes you less likely to meet Five if he happens to be attending. Lewis senses your disquiet. 

“The waltz will take place before then, I assure you, so you needn’t fear missing your opportunity to charm Sir Reginald.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s just a dance, Lewis, it doesn’t mean I have to fuck him.”

You look up at him quickly: you’ve never spoken to him so freely before, never without a regard for seeming part way ‘respectable’ according to this century’s ideal. He looks shocked for a moment before giving one of his rumbling laughs, starting under his breath and spreading to his belly, setting his jowls aquiver.

“You’ve got a bawdy tongue! I knew it was there, underneath that virtuous exterior. How piquant, to see you dressed like a lady and speaking as if anything but! Lord, I like you more and more.”

When the carriage pulls up, he insists on helping you out again. Le Roy Place is a large, three storey stone block between Mercer and Green streets. Its friezes, cornices and ornate balustrades speak of opulent Italianate neoclassicism. It looks nothing like Academy, but it still has Reginald written all over it. Sir Lewis takes your arm and pulls you companionably to his side as you join the small queue of guests by the door. 

When you enter, Sir Lewis immediately makes a beeline for the buffet room, dragging you with him. You scan the faces of the crowd with earnestness that makes some of them stare and some of them offer you friendly smiles. These you return distractedly, searching only for the familiar lines of one face; the eyes, lips and the strong arms you dream about. You know you’ve set too much store in the idea that he’ll be there: you’ve imagined reunions too many times to count, imagined running to him across the crowded room and holding him again, breathing his intoxicatingly familiar smell.

Eventually, you were forced to admit that your search yielded nothing and the rest of the evening was spent in a state of nervous preoccupation. You were introduced (as Sir Lewis’s cousin) to multiple people, but you were wholly inattentive to their conversations: you must have seemed strange to them, answering pretty much at random and constantly scanning the surrounding faces. You moved from dancefloor to ladies withdrawing room, a peep into the games room and then ended up loitering behind the dance spectators by the front door. You’d hoped that, if Five were here, you would see him enter or leave by its means. 

In this state, while Sir Lewis talks genially to a collection of his friends (two of whom you recognize from his dinner the previous week), you drink a couple of  glasses of wine in an attempt to steady your nerves. Your occupied eyes spot Reginald Hargreeves approaching before Sir Lewis does. When he comes upon you, dressed in a bright blue tailcoat, he smiles in a charming way you could never have expected from the austere portraits dotted around your home.

He and the gentlemen around you exchange bows and you bob a curtsy. After exchanging a few words with Sir Lewis and his companions, (gratefully acknowledging their compliments on the ‘fine gathering’ and ‘excellent wine’), he turns to you and smiles again.

“I’m glad you decided to attend, Mrs Hargreeves. Am I to have the pleasure of dancing the french waltz with you in just under an hour?” 

You look back at him and smile a little guardedly, 

“If you’re happy to dance with a terrible partner: Sir Lewis tried to teach me the steps but I’m afraid I’m still very bad.”

“I’m sure you’ll perform admirably,” he said, that incongruously friendly smile still on his face, “It is the company one values in choosing a dance partner.”  

Before you could answer he smiled  and bowed again to excuse himself. 

He left you feeling even more nervous. 

You were starting to attract stares now. You seem to have again somehow violated an invisible social taboo. Men seem to stare and chuckle while you pass, while women huddled in little groups whisper behind their fans. Something seems to tell them that Sir Lewis isn’t really your cousin. 

Sir Lewis leans over to you, breathing port-scented breath into your face, “Now, I hope you won’t mind, my dear, but Smyth and Chepstow haven’t stopped bothering me for a game of piquet. I shan’t be one quarter of an hour and I shall be out to chaperone you and ensure that Sir Reginald doesn’t get too carried away by your charms.”

He doesn’t really give you much choice in the matter, leaving you with a little wave and following his friends up the stairs. You hang around awkwardly. You know that you have to be introduced before you can talk to anyone and this is a sea of people to whom you either haven’t been introduced or now look as if they don’t want to know you. As the servant bearing a drinks tray passes, you take another glass of wine and replace it with your empty glass.

He’s much longer than fifteen minutes and with nothing to occupy you, you drink the wine a little too quickly. Now you think about it, tonight is the first time you’ve had wine since you sat with Lila chatting about Santi. Other than the odd finger or two of brandy with Sir Lewis, you haven’t had a drink since this whole mess happened, certainly not a sustained period of drinking, anyway. Between those surrounding the dancefloor, you watch partygoers, standing in sets of four couples and dancing within their little circle, switching partners and bowing as they meet in the center. Compared to the waltz, it’s a very sedate, very chaste dance. There’s no ballroom hold here: the closest men and women get is via a linked arm. The pomp and ceremony of it all strikes you as funny and you clap spiritedly along with the rest as the dancers bow to one another, the music fades and they leave the floor.

When Hargreeves approaches and holds out his hand, you realize you’re a little tipsy. It’s strange: though he and Five are not related, there’s something reminiscent of his expressions on Reginald’s face.  

You take his hand and he leads you to the very center of the dancefloor. As the musicians strike up again, he bows and you follow his lead, curtseying with a small wobble. When the music begins in earnest and you begin to dance, a little unsteadily, he looks down at you imperiously.

“Oof…this is harder than I expected.”

Lila had been mimicking Five’s power for minutes now; a vein stood out on her temple and sweat was rolling down her face. She lowered her hands with a gasped outward breath and massaged her wrists. For a moment, she looked troubled, but then she hitched a smile onto her face and turned to Aoife.

“Couldn’t get me a glass of water, could you sweetie? It’s a real workout, this!”

Aoife nodded, the knot in her stomach tightening. She knew when adults were trying to get rid of her. She blinked out of the study, reappearing, not in the kitchen, but instead on the other side of the study door, She pressed her ear to the wood.

“It’s not good, guys.” said Lila, almost immediately, “I don’t think this is working.”

“You serious? No, you just gotta try again.”

“ Yes , I’m serious. And I’m not saying it because I like the sound of my own voice: It’s. Not. Working!”

“Well what’s wrong?” Luther said, sounding almost offended.

“I don’t know. It’s…whatever Five’s doing, I can feel it: when I mimic him, the powers connect like they should. That part works; but there’s something missing. Whatever he’s doing, it’s not taking.”

“What do we do?” 

Lila sighed then, so hard Aoife could hear it through the door, 

“We’re got to hope your stupid brother comes up with something better. Otherwise, that’s it: they’re stuck wherever that rip spat them out.”

Aoife backed away from the door, a hot knife of horror sliding into her guts. Mom and Dad stuck there? All because she was a selfish, lying dumbass? 

The urge to run was strong: but run where? There were no parent’s arms to enfold her; nobody to tell her that she wasn’t as shitty and stupid as she knew she really was. She reached the main living room and leaned against the sofa, head spinning.

When she looked up to the grand mantel, there he was again: a full length portrait of Reginald Hargreeves. Her fault; all her fault. He looked down at her superciliously: she had failed worse than her father ever had: at least when he messed with time travel he only hurt himself. He didn’t put anyone else at risk. She turned ninety degrees to the smaller mantel, looking for comfort in the eyes of her teen father. Though his face was impassive and unsmiling, the eyes, to her, always looked like they were about to break into a smile. 

There he was, the boy of around her own age who’d lived under Reginald’s tyranny; had endured his experiments and rigorous expectations. He and the rest of the Umbrella Academy had been no more than tools to their adopted father: the best they had been able to run to when scared or upset was nannies, a robot or a talking chimp.

She approached her Dad’s portrait. He’d been gone only for a few minutes, but it felt much longer. She reached out her hand, palm coming to rest on the gilded frame and fingers brushing his painted ones. 

‘There’s something missing’, her aunt’s voice echoed in her head, ‘whatever he’s doing, it’s not taking’.

At some point in this boy’s eighth year, Reginald had apparently given up on her Dad’s ability to time travel and banned him from trying until he was older…and the journal revealing why was missing. There was only one thing to do.

On the dancefloor, you shrink slightly from Hargreeves’ gaze. It’s as if he can see your thoughts.

“I think you must know why I’ve taken this opportunity to talk to you alone,” he said, any gallantry in his gone now, replaced with businesslike conciseness. 

“No,” you say, too quickly, recovering yourself enough to flash him an ingratiating smile, “I’m afraid I don’t know why I’ve been given this honor.”

“You’re a good actress, but you give yourself away with your speech patterns. I knew as soon as I saw you.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, feeling your face start to flush.

“You’re a woman out of place, Mrs Hargreeves.”

You look up at him, still trying hard to keep your feet in the waltz’s thankfully slow steps. He stares down at you, not missing any miniscule movement as he dances on the balls of his feet. His monocle is held in place before one hazel eye. You know he knows and the wine in your system makes lying even harder. Instead, you go on the offensive.

“It takes one to know one, Reginald.”

“Hm,” he says, letting a few steps pass before continuing, “I sense some hostility towards me. It seems rather unfair given our very short acquaintance.”

“I don’t need to see beneath that skin suit to know there’s something rotten underneath.”

You speak before thinking and his eyebrows lower. He hadn’t expected this and you realize the mistake immediately.

“I mean…I’m sorry.”

“I’m not offended,” he said, “merely curious. In fact, I’m glad to find you willing to speak so frankly. You are a woman out of place and I am a man out of place. I hope I might persuade you to be honest by being so myself. Has it occurred to you that we might be allies?”

Your stomach flips: ideas of corrupted timelines, paradoxes and apocalypses spring to mind. You may be a little drunk, but your brain kicks into high gear as he continues.

“I have plans for this place…business interests, you might say. So, when I became aware of an…anomaly here, I traveled a great distance to ensure the safety of my future.”

You nod. You know he has plans: his whole life was based on grand plans: always reaching from short term aim to short term aim and up towards his final goal. 

“What do you mean by an anomaly?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to find out,” he said, smiling, “time itself has undergone damage and it’s centered here. For a year now I have been searching for a cause, and when I met you, I had the sense I may have finally met with a stroke of luck.”

You clear your throat. This isn’t good.

“Mrs Hargreeves…” he says, contemplatively, “and a Mrs Hargreeves who seems to know me, no less.”

You falter in the dance and he stops, allowing you to find your footing before continuing. You look up at him, desperate now.

“Then you know that we shouldn’t be talking frankly.”

He seems to be thinking hard so you carry on, careful not to say too much.

“You’re right- there’s something. But I can’t tell you any more than that. Honestly, the best way I can be an ally to you is to tell you nothing.”

He clearly doesn’t like this response.

“Clearly, you mistrust me.”

“Well…” you struggle to articulate it, “I do mistrust you, but that’s not exactly why I’m not trusting you now.”

He draws your eye to his.

“You’re scared, aren’t you? Lost; cut off from those you love and set adrift in an alien world. I can empathize.”

“I am.” you say, “And I know that you’re not above keeping secrets from people for the sake of the greater good. I can empathize with that. ”

He considers, mustache twitching.

“The rift in time won’t heal itself. You and I are lucky in that we have time: based on my researches, relativity has become somewhat a law unto itself. It’s only on the other side of the rift that time is of the essence. I take it you have some knowledge of what happened, given that you are the symptom of it?”

You don’t give him any answer, but he looks as if you’ve as good as confirmed it to him. 

“Then I have a proposition, Mrs Hargreeves: I take it you find yourself stuck here and there’s somewhere you’d rather be?”

You nod.

“Then join me in my work. Trust me with what you know, aid me in any way you can and I promise to do my utmost to get you back where you belong.”

The dance comes to an end and Sir Reginald bows to you along with the other men on the dancefloor, but you’re so struck by what he’s offered that you don’t know what to say. You’re the only woman that stays standing while the others curtsey.

“I understand why you’re reluctant, so I will give you three days to think it over. After which, I’m afraid, I shall have to take matters into my own hands. If you don’t help me of your own free will, I’m afraid I’ll have to make you and I will have no regard for the outcome when it comes to you.

Then, he turns sharply on his heel and leaves, disappearing into the crowd. Sir Lewis’s booming voice sounds behind you,

“Ah, you were a vision, my dear. Quite as graceful as a swan. Now, you and I must be getting home. Come along.”

He ushers you towards the door and is handed an umbrella by a manservant. Putting an arm around your waist so as to keep you both underneath its shelter, he steers you out into the rain. You feel so numb, scared and conflicted that you barely notice Sir Lewis putting a hand on your ass as he helps you into the carriage, only reacting so far as to move yourself away from his hand as quickly as possible.

Sir Lewis climbs in and thumps on the carriage roof, signaling the driver to drive on. You find yourself staring at your knees.

Tonight yielded nothing except this intriguing proposition. Maybe working with Reginald was the best way to get home? Maybe Five isn’t coming. You finally allow yourself to turn over the idea that’s been lapping on the edges of your mind; letting it fill you like the encroaching tide: what if Five couldn’t come? Or what if Five coming would put him at risk? He’d have to stay, for Aoife’s sake. You wouldn’t expect him to do anything else. The idea of them making a life without you grips at your heart. They’d be fine, two peas in a pod as they were, and you want them to be fine, but it still makes warmth spread from your chest into your face. Tears play around your lower lids.

Yes, Sir Reginald Hargreeves might be your only chance…but should you take it? What if you risked Five and Aoife’s happiness or even their existence by doing so?

“Are you well, my dear?”

Sir Lewis leans forward, taking your hand softly as the tears start to fall.

“I’m fine. I…maybe just had too much wine.”

His mouth faded into a sympathetic smile, his voice softer and less boisterous than you’ve ever heard it:

“It pains me to see you unhappy, tell me what troubles you.”

“S-something Sir Reginald said. It made me think that my husband can’t ever come back for me.”

He squeezed the hand he was holding in silent support. 

“Does he know of your husband’s fate?”

“No…it was just…a chain of association.” 

“Then take heart,” he said, shaking your hand bracingly, “fortify yourself, my dear. You still have hope.”

When he helps you out of the carriage a little way down the road from the house, he doesn’t make any more suggestive comments or requests to visit your bedroom. He only wishes you a kind goodnight.

A little way across the city, Five approaches Selina. She meets his eyes invitingly and he feels a serpentine smile creep onto his face.

“Evening.”

“Good evening sir,” she says, knowingly, “and how is that wife of yours?"

He raises his eyebrows, dismissing this line of conversation and sits down across from her, hands on his knees. He allows his eyes to rove the curve of her neck and her half-exposed breasts.

“Is your offer of company still on the table?” he asks, barely moving his lips.

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Sassenach and the Spaniard - ch 13

Pero Tovar x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems.  ✨  Inspired and influenced by Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. ✨ Reader is described as disabled and having hair long enough to cover part of her face.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ just like this blog Word Count: 24.9k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this fic include cursing, food mentions, references to previous sexual assault (multiple characters).** Extremely Emotional Pero (EEP!), Pero versus technology, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (referenced), biting. Mention of suicide (theoretical).  Summary: The long awaited reunion of our soulmate pair is not without its dramatics. Notes: Great big giant bear hugs to everyone for being so kind and supportive while I was dealing with covid! I’m so, so glad to be back and to return to my beloved Soulmate Sundays. I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

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When the time comes, Cabello is packed down with supplies with a heavy heart. Pero feels as if he is being torn in two – yet there is no question what his choice must be. The life he has established here with his adoptive family or his soulmate. He must journey to the Stones to see if he can make his way to you. The babe is growing, sitting up and recognizing him with coos and squeals when he comes in from the fields with Briac or when Arwena brings out a large stone jug of cool spring water to quench their thirst. The house is repaired, the fields starting to bloom again, and it is time for him to leave.

Even the colder months are not so cold on the Valencia coast. The farmhouse is cozy and its inhabitants welcoming the morning slowly when Pero comes back inside to say his final goodbyes. Baby Perito is cooing happily in Arwena’s arms as Binx curls protectively around the young mother’s feet. Briac is minding the porridge over the fire, but he stands when the door opens.

“The horse is ready.” Pero admits, wishing that he did not have to leave, that he could take all of them with him. “I should leave to get to the boat soon.”

“You should not delay.” Arwena tells him, though she cannot keep the thickness out of her voice. She wishes that you could come back to them here - to this beautiful life they have made in Spain - rather than lose both of you to the Stones. But she knows that Pero belongs with you as surely as the sun belongs in the sky.

“I know.” His own heart is heavy and he’s delayed putting back on the protective leathers so he can hold Perito one last time. “Give him to me.” He insists, walking over to her and the babe.

“He is full of joy this morning.” She has no hesitation in handing her son to the warrior - seeing only a babe in his grandfather’s arms and nothing else. “I think he knows that you will be happy again soon.”

“I have been happy here.” Pero protests, never wanting her to think that he was unhappy living this life with them. He just wasn’t whole. He never would be until he is back with you, if he is back with you again.

“Sí. But you will be happier when you are with her again.” Briac does not take it as judgment or any type of statement against the life they have built. He would not be happiest without Arwena and he knows that Pero feels the same about missing you.

“Hola, bebita.” Pero carefully takes the child and immediately is cooing at him. It has been a joy having the little one around and he has learned a great many things about a child, including how messy they get. Still, the namesake of his never fails to bring a smile to his face.

Perito squeals and giggles, reaching for his abuelo with one tiny hand and wiggling fingers. The habitual scowl on the older man’s face makes the baby laugh.

Pero will let the child pull and slap at him as long as it doesn’t happen to Wena. He knows that the child can be rougher with him and he is just a baby. “You are going to be a handful for your mamá.”

That makes Perito giggle again and Arwena laughs in turn. “He will have the whole orchard to play in, and we will make sure he has siblings to pass the time with.” She is glad for this morning to come for Pero’s sake, but so terribly sad to see him go. “His first sister will be named for her. It has long since been decided.”

“She will weep.” Pero predicts, knowing that you would have loved watching their - your - family grow. “Just so you know. Just like I wept.” The day Perito had been born and named for him, the warrior had shed tears of joy and humble gratitude.

“These are for her.” The stack of letters tied up with string are mostly her thoughts and musings from the last few months. They are words of love and hope, and even sometimes melancholy. Arwena presses them into Pero’s hands with a smile. “I know you will deliver them faithfully.”

“It will be something that is given to her as quickly as possible.” All of them know that first will be the reunion between soulmates, but he will not forget it. Nor would you let him.

“You have enough food to last you? Enough herbs to make your tea?” Since Pero has no talent with fire, Arwena has made him a potion that would provide him warmth from the inside and taught him how to brew it himself. “It will grow colder as you journey north.”

“I do.” Pero nods, aware that he has made fires the normal way without magic for his entire life, but he knows Arwena worries. He looks to Briac. “I– I wish for you to carry my sword.” He tells the man he looks on as a son. “Pass it to Perito when he is old enough to lift it.”

“How will you journey without it?” His eyes widen and his throat tightens, gratitude and pride making his chest puff up to hold the boundless swelling of his heart. “Padre, I am honored, but you must be safe.”

Shaking his head, Pero motions towards the table where his weapons are still laying. “I will have my axe. I will be safe, I wish for you to carry it as you have decided to carry my name.”

“I will do so with pride.” Briac swears, not hesitating to embrace the man he has come to love and respect as his chosen father. This parting will be much harder for Briac in many ways and Arwena steps aside to let the men have their moment to say goodbye.

It is more gentle than it would have been if the baby hadn’t been between them. The back slapping covers the raw emotions of the moment. “He will know fine stories of his abuelo,” Briac promises, caressing his son’s forehead tenderly.

“And his abuela.” Pero smiles as he wishes that you could see this baby.

“And his abuela.” Enough good words could not be spoken about the woman who saved his soulmate’s life, and Briac knows that Arwena will always sing the songs you taught her and carry your magic through to their children.

There is one last kiss to the baby, a move that never fails to make Arwena smile - the sight of such a gruff mercenary being soft for her child - and Pero hands the boy to his father. “Come give me a hug, girl.” Pero huffs at Arwena playfully.

“Insolent man.” Arwena laughs to mask the tears, practically falling into his arms to embrace him. “So gruff with your daughter.”

Despite his gruff tone, his arms are like steel around her, holding her close. “Cuidar a nuestro familia.” Take care of our family. Pero whispers in her ear. He has made it known around the village that the land and the house is theirs, knowing the elders will respect it.

“Siempre.” Always. She nods against his chest, letting only a few tears fall there. She will save the rest for after he has gone, when she sits before the fire and holds little Pero. “Everything we are is thanks to you.”

“Te amo.” Pero murmurs, leaning back and gazing on the face of the girl that has come to mean so much to him. The one you loved like a daughter or a sister. “Siempre.”

“I will love you always.” Nothing could ever shake that truth from her. It lives in her very bones and the air that she breathes. “You and Sassenach gave me the courage to command my own life, and I hope to God that you will live out the rest of your years together as joyfully and freely as we will live ours here.”

“If I cannot….” Pero breaks off, unable to speak it for fear of it coming true. “I will return.”

“You will always have a home with us.” As desperately unhappy as it would make him to not be able to reach you, she would always welcome him back with open arms. “And if one day you should return with your wife by your side, we will welcome you both.”

“Aye.” Pero nods again and leans in to kiss her check gently. Emotions are thick and if he stays too long, he will weep. “I should get my leathers on.”

“It will be a long journey. The more daylight you have to get you to the port, the better.” Arena wipes her eyes and steps back, giving him the space he needs to move around. “I know you have thought of what you will say when you see her,” she hums as she takes the baby back from Briac. “But…what do you think her time will be like? Can you imagine it?”

“Foreign.” Pero worries about that. Wonders if you will hate him being in your time, encroaching on your freedom and having him rely on you for everything. At least until he learns to navigate your strange time.

“She spoke of her home being very beautiful.” Sensing she has struck a nerve, Arwena immediately vies for the positive. “Warm and sunny all year long.”

Pero shrugs, knowing that it will not be Spain. He wonders if it is close in temperature. “I will find out when I make it to her.”

“We will pray for you.” Though Pero has already said his goodbyes to the priest that has come to mean so much to their family, Briac has invited Malcolm to be with him and Arwena that night for supper to mourn the departure of their friend together. He knows they will pray together then.

“I know you will.” Pero is still not as spiritual as Father Malcolm would like, but he has respected the religion of his birth. “I am grateful.”

“All will be well.” Arwena rocks Perito in her arms and offers the elder Pero an assured smile. “I can feel it my bones.”

******

Without the small family he has made, the journey is miserable for Pero Tovar. He doesn’t sleep as well as he does, hearing the baby stir or Briac and Arwena murmur softly from their room. Lonely for the first time since he had awoken at your hearth, recovering from an illness which would have ended him, he endures the rocking of a boat that he hates, wishing he was at the Stones already.

It takes weeks to get to the Stones, and the carefully portioned out food stores that he has traveled with have kept both him and Caballo strong despite the misery of the journey. His horse is gone now, though, left at the inn in Inverness where he stopped for an ale before venturing on to the Stones. If he does not make it through to you, he can collect Caballo that evening and begin the long journey back home to Spain. If he succeeds, the innkeepers will have gained a trustworthy steed.

There is an air of anticipation, a tingling in his belly that he would have considered nerves if it weren’t for his years as a mercenary. He’s worried, that’s what he tells himself. Worried that he won’t make it through, or he will and you will have died. That is his worst fear.

The sound of buzzing fills his ears slowly but steadily. Something you had spoken of so long ago but he had all but forgotten in the haste and panic of his last trip to this place.

The wobble in his step has to be the uneven ground, the unsteadiness to his gait attributing to the way that his heart races. Sweat trickles down his brow, despite the snow on the ground. He watches, listens to the surrounding woods as he creeps towards the Stones.

The wind kicks up, a determined gust that seems to urge him forward and sweep him toward the center standing stone. The place he last stood with you in his arms, and the place he had knelt and wept so fiercely after losing you. It has been a year since then, though sometimes it feels like mere days and others it could be an entire lifetime.

His bag is slung over his shoulder, dagger at his waist and his axe is strapped to his back. Sure that he would not need them because of what you had told him about your time, he still cannot risk leaving himself exposed and unable to defend himself. He sees the faint bloodstains still present after a year and he exhales softly. “Sassenach…bring me to you.” He murmurs softly, reaching out to touch the stone that had brought you to him, and taken you away.

******

The pair of hikers stopped to rest on the top of the hill where Craigh na Dun stands hurries over when they see the crumpled form of a large man in dirty clothes amongst the Stones. “Sir!” The smaller man’s heavy Irish accent is not altogether unfamiliar to Pero’s ear though it has been nearly two years now since he last laid eyes on William. “Are you alright?”

Pero feels like he is about to throw up as soon as his eyes open. Shaking his head and blinking at the pair of people in strange clothes, he chokes out a sound of surprise that he has done it. “What year is it?” He demands roughly.

“Uh…it’s 2022…” The Irishman’s companion has a flat and deep voice, coupled with a concerned look of confusion on his face as he creeps closer. “Are you feeling okay, mate?”

“Where is she?” Pero demands, your name nearly bellowed as he stumbles to his feet and starts to spin around to gather his bearings. “Sassenach!”

“There’s nobody else up here.” The Irishman tells him, one cautious hand pulling his friend back from the odd and potentially dangerous stranger.

“Where is she?” Whipping around, Pero sends the Irishman a withering glare. “I’ve traveled too far to lose her now! Where is she?”

“Where is who?” He probably should just step away and leave the man to his own devices, and the Irishman shrugs. “Whoever you’re looking for isn’t here, mate.”

Sharp pain rips through Pero’s body, especially his face. Growling, almost shouting, Pero hunches over with one hand over his face and the other reaching for his dagger. “Arrrrrghhhh!”

“Dude…” The Irishman’s companion winces to see the scar rip its way across the stranger’s face. “You…you have a hell of a soulmate,” he grimaces at the idea of being stuck with a facial scar.

It takes him a minute, the leaves crunching underneath his feet as he sways. The pain eases and he blinks several times before Pero starts to laugh maniacally. Tossing his head back and barking out a harsh laugh as he drops back down to his knees again. Relief makes him unable to stand another minute as he realizes you are alive and he is still your soulmate in this time.

“Okay, uh…you have a good day, man.” The hikers retreat as quickly as they can, now determined not to get tangled up in whatever this madman is up to. That’s plenty enough weird for them today.

Traveling through time is disorienting, and thirsty work. Pero is parched, climbing to his feet to stumble towards the small river that had been near the Stones. He needs to find you, but first, he needs to drink.

The stream is much smaller than it once was, running downhill toward the city of Inverness with all its modern delights and busy occupants. There is barely enough to scoop into his hands, and the warm summer sun couples with a lack of snow to tell him for certain that it cannot be winter that he has arrived in.

“The water is different.” Pero huffs, shaking his head at the taste but he is thirsty enough that he continues to scoop up the water until it slacks off, sighing as he wipes his hand on the back of his bracer and stands to truly look around this new world for the first time.

Cars whiz by on a nearby road, the commotion more noise than he had heard since the battlefield. The sight of Inverness and its loch are completely transformed into an enormous city of twinkling lights even in broad daylight. It is a remarkable and unbelievable sight.

He is a fish out of water. Completely thrown out of his element and the only thing that makes him feel relatively normal as a sound in the sky makes him look up to see a strange bird racing overhead is the axe in his grip. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by everything around him, Pero scowls and keeps his head on a swivel as his boots slap against the hard trail with strange markings.

The horseless carriages you had told him about are far faster than you had said - or at least than he could understand. They zip around him and blast their ear-piercing alarms at him and some of the men inside even curse, until one seems to begin to chase him specifically.

Pero’s gaze is over his shoulder as he hustles faster. Watching the strange thing you had called ‘car’ stop abruptly and turn around to zoom back towards him. He speeds up more, nearly running when he hears it get louder, looking over his shoulder again to see it gaining on him.

“Pero?!” Sarah rolls down her window, calling out the name she memorized months ago and hoping he will stop running as she pulls her car to a stop on the side of the road. “Pero Tovar!” She had just gone out to run an errand. A rare errand that took her outside the city - to a particular music shop that carried the specific guitar that would be Hadley’s birthday present in a few days. She had never expected to actually see this man who might supposedly come through the Stones one day.

Pero turns, axe firmly in his grip. “Who are you?” He snarls, squaring his shoulders as if he was about to battle the Tao Tei again. “How do you know that name?”

The broadest grin in the world spreads across Sarah’s face as she jumps out of her car and gets a good, long look at the scar running down the man’s left eye. “My name is Sarah,” she tells him, keeping her distance because of the weapon. “And I…I know your Sassenach.”

At the strange woman’s words, his guard drops, shoulders slumping and his axe swings down to his side. Anyone not familiar with the weapon would have chopped their leg off, but the handle just bangs against his thigh. “Where?” He chokes out, stepping towards her almost desperately. “Where is she? Is she safe? Her illness….how long has she been here?”

“My god, you’re really real…” She laughs out of sheer disbelief, practically cackling with glee and waving him toward her eagerly. “She is safe, and recovering at home. Please come with me?”’ She motions to the car behind her. “She asked me to look out for you before she went home. It was six months ago.”

“Six–” Pero shakes his head, unable to fathom the difference in the way time moves. “How long had she been gone from this place? When she returned?” He warily glances at the strange carriage she wants him to approach. How do they work that thing? He had seen fantastic things at the Wall, but this is beyond his belief.

“Only a few minutes.” Sarah admits, taking a cautious step forward. She needs him to trust her if she’s going to keep the promise she made to you. “I own the inn that she was staying in on her visit.”

Pero narrows his eyes at the strange woman in front of him. It is almost too convenient that someone who knows you appears almost instantly. “Is this some kind of test?” He demands. “How do I know the woman you speak of is my Sassenach?”

“Did she explain to you what a cell phone is?” Pulling hers from her pocket, Sarah is prepared to call you in Florida right on the spot. It is barely past seven in the morning for you, but she doesn’t think you will mind being woken up for this.

“A magic box.” Pero narrows his eyes even more at the strange thing, jumping back slightly when it displays a strange light and a portrait on its face.

“Aye,” Sarah can’t help but laugh lightly at that. “A little. It is a device that does many things. It will allow you to speak to her. To see her right now.”

“Show me.” As much as he distrusts that magic box, his desire to see you outweighs it. “Conjure her.”

“You have to come closer.” Still she unlocks her phone and selects your number from her recent FaceTime list. The last time you talked was just a few days ago - sharing tea together across the ocean while you told her about more things you found in your grandmother’s grimoire. The phone begins to ring as they wait for you to pick up and Pero inches closer with great caution.

“Sarah?” Barely awake, wrapped in a light robe over your chemise as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and wait for the coffee to finish brewing, you aren’t even looking into your phone screen when you pick up. “Is everything okay? It’s early.”

“Sassenach.” Pero whispers in awe, eyes wide as he stares at the portrait of you. The fact that it moves, that he can hear you is pure magic itself. He can’t tear his eyes away from the profile of your face, his heart bursting that the first sight of you, hearty and hale, that he has seen in over a year.

“Pero?” You nearly drop your phone but manage to hold it up higher, tears instantly springing to your eyes when you see him standing beside Sarah and hear the sounds of traffic in the background. “You—how? I–I—can’t—you’re really here?” There aren’t words in any language or any time to express how shocked and overjoyed you are all at once as you stutter at him over the phone.

“How–” Pero’s eyes shift, begrudgingly, away from the magic box and he looks for you to appear around the woman holding it. “Where are you– come here.” He chokes out. “Sassenach?”

“I am far away, mi amor.” The hand not holding your phone reaches out, wishing you could touch him. “But I will come to you as quickly as I can. The very first flight to Scotland that I can get. I swear.”

“I’ll keep him safe,” Sarah promises, knowing that that is the most important thing she can possibly do now.

“Thank you, Sarah.” You’ll be in her debt forever for this, and you don’t ever care. Not for a second. “Mi amor, please stay with Sarah. I—” The way you shudder with fresh sobs makes you cover your mouth, showing him that his wedding band sits firmly in place on your hand where he placed it in Gretna. “I am in Florida. The place across the sea that I told you about. It will take a day for me to get to you.”

Pero frowns and shakes his head, unhappy that he must spend another minute away from you. He had expected you to be here when he came through the Stones. “I do not understand–how?” He huffs, pouting that you will be so long to get to him. “A day?”

“I’m going to get on the first flight to Scotland,” you promise, already aching that you can’t be with him immediately. That he came after you and you weren’t there waiting for him. But he came after you. You know he wouldn’t leave you. “Do you remember that I told you once about great carriages that fly through the air like birds and you laughed and called me bruja?”

“You are a bruja.” Pero nods, his fierce pout slightly relaxing and he glances up to the sky before he looks back at the box and leans in. “I think I saw one, Sassenach. It looks very odd, shiny like a blade winking in the sky.”

“Yes!” The sound and sight of him makes you feel like you could fly yourself right across the ocean even without a plane, and you carry your phone with you as you hustle through the apartment to throw some things into a bag. “One of those will carry me across the ocean to get to you, and we will ride one together to come back to Florida.” He’s here. He’s here. He’s actually here.

“A day?” Pero demands. “No more? It has been a year since you disappeared from my arms.” He takes a shuddering breath. “I–I tried, mi amor, the Stone would not let me go through before I learned magic. I did not leave you. I did not send you back alone on purpose. You– you were dying.” He chokes out.

“You learned magic?!” Once again the phone nearly drops from your hand but you catch yourself in your shock. “I want to hear everything when I get to you, cariño. I will be there as fast as I possibly can be. Please go with Sarah for now. She and her soulmate will keep you safe. Sarah knows our story. I told her everything after I left the hospital.” Sinking down on your mattress, you sigh softly and reach for him again, wishing you were already in front of him. “Mi amor, you saved my life. The doctors said another day or two and it would have been too late.”

It’s ugly, the way Pero scrunches his eyes closed to keep from crying. His choked sob at being right is relieving him of the guilt he has carried for you going back despite your plan to stay. He hadn’t failed you. He must sway on his feet because a hand touches his arm and he nearly jumps again. “Yes.” He manages, opening his eyes and blinking away tears to see your face on the magic box again. He wants to see you, for real, to touch you and pull you into his arms. “I will do what you ask.”

“I will send messages to Sarah letting her know how close I am. How much longer you will have to wait.” If only you could send yourself through a text message. You would do it instantly no matter the danger. “I’ll be there as quickly as I can, mi amor, I swear it.” A long, drawn-out breath leaves you and you search his face, just so grateful to see him again. “Love…how long has it been for you?”

“A year.” Pero wants to reach out to touch your face, but he is scared that it would make the box’s magic stop working. “There is much to tell you.”

“It’s been six months for me.” You sigh again, smiling softly. “Arwena? Briac?”

“They send you their love.” He promises, his heart aching because he knows they will never see each other again, but he is here with you. He had done it. “I have many letters from the girl.”

“You will not believe what I have to tell you about her. Or show you.” Blindly tossing things into the open bag on your bed, you smile at him and wish to god you could wrap your arms around him. “Te adoro, cariño. I will be with you as soon as I possibly can be.”

“I have missed you.” Pero murmurs softly, ignoring the woman who is listening in with apparent fascination and studying him like he is an unknown creature.

“I have missed you, too, amor.” More than you can possibly say. Your fingers flex again, but your smile only grows wider. “A day, love. No more. I promise you.”

He grunts, unhappy with the prospect of having to wait, but there is nothing that he can do. “I will wait.” He huffs.

“I love you.” They’re simple words, but unwavering and unfailingly true. “And I will see you soon.”

“I will take care of him,” Sarah promises. “Hadley will feed him and I’ll set him up in a room. He’ll be just fine.”

The picture cuts away and Pero is left feeling unsure, shuffling slightly and bewildered that he can be talking to you one moment and then you are gone. A car flies by the pair of them standing on the road and blasts noise out as it passes, making him jump and re-grip his axe. “Mierda.”

“You must be overwhelmed.” Sarah observes gently, tucking her cell phone back into her pocket. “Things now are very different from when you are from. But…if you’ll trust me a little like she’s asked? I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

"I–" He would do anything that you tell him, his trust in you complete and if you say that this woman is to be trusted – he will believe that. "I do not know what you need from me." He confesses, unsure of those car things that are flying around at the speed of an arrow. You want him to get inside one?

“For now, let’s start with having you get in the car and I’ll bring you back to the inn.” Sarah sidesteps to open her car door to let him see inside, figuring that the whole thing must be fairly terrifying. He knows nothing of this world, yet he came here anyway. For love. “My soulmate, Hadley — She’s an amazing chef. I don’t know much about time travel but strange things always make me hungry. Food can be comforting, ya know?”

Pero grunts in acknowledgement of that universal truth. He had been too nervous to attempt to eat before making his way to the Stones. His frown is permanently etched on his face as he examines the inside of this car and he looks over to the woman for a confirming nod before he tries to climb inside.

“Excellent.” Sarah breathes a sigh of relief before reaching in to point out the seatbelt. “Do you see this strap here? If you pull it across your chest there is a device at your hip that it fits into. The buckle on the strap just clicks into it. For safety.”

He thinks about the gear that the Cranes would wear on the wall. To prevent them from falling to their deaths as they leapt out into the space. Confident that the ropes and hoops would hold them and bring them back up. Only the monsters accounted for the bloodshed during battles there. He grunts and yanks on it, frowning even more when it yanks back and refuses to completely go around him.

“Careful.” Quickly climbing into the driver’s side of the car, Sarah reaches across to help him with the seatbelt and smiles when it clicks into place. “There are lots of things these days that you have to be gentle with.”

His eyes are darting around the car, trying to absorb things that he doesn't understand and there is a moment when his axe is dropped on the floor of the tiny box that he is in and his hands fly for whatever he can grab when the demonic thing that he is in lurches forward suddenly.

Thankfully, the drive to the inn doesn’t last long. Pero clearly despises it and Sarah is eager to get him out of sight - although in a car like this he just looks like a man in a costume. “Hadley!” She calls, herding the ancient mercenary into the brick walls of the inn. “Honey, you’re not going to believe this!”

It is a house, Pero recognizes that but that is where his understanding of the building ends. It's strange, completely different from what he knows. Bright with a light that is whiter than the flicker of a fire and there is this strange noise that fills it. A humming or a buzzing like bees are around. He stays quiet, nervous and on edge as he tries to remember everything you had told him about your time.

“Mo chridhe?” Hadley’s head pops out from the kitchen as soon as she hears her wife’s voice, but her eyes go directly to the man standing nervously behind Sarah. “Oh my god…”

Pero shuffles, eyes flickering between the two women as he stands there. They are lovers, married if the rings on their fingers are any indication, and while Pero doesn't care about what they do it's surprising that they are allowing him into their home. Perhaps it is not shunned in this time like it would have been in his.

“Mo grá, he came through the Stones today.” Sarah beams, urging Pero toward the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. “I’ve already called our friend. She’s on her way, so she should be here tomorrow. Pero…” she looks up at him and there is nothing but awe and excitement on her face. “This is my wife, Hadley. Hadley, this is Pero Tovar.”

"Wife." Pero nods, looking towards the other woman and shuffles forward. He cranes his neck and looks around again, feeling out of sorts and his mouth is dry. "Buenos dias." It seems as if they are the only ones in such a large manor and he wonders if they are wealthy.

“Buenos dias.” Hadley nods, swallowing thickly as she tries to shake off the surprise and awe on her face. “You—you must have a lot of questions.” She knows she does. She can only imagine he has more. So in true Hadley form, she pulls out a chair for him at the little kitchen table and immediately starts bustling around to cook something.

He doesn't know what to do so he stands there until Sarah motions for him to sit. Shuffling over, he sets the axe down on the small table with a thud and the seat groans as he plops down into it. The other woman, Hadley, opens a door that makes Pero gape. Strange things fill it although he recognizes a few vegetables. "I–what is that noise?" He demands, unsure of where to start but there is a louder buzzing noise now that has him looking around the kitchen.

“Oh!” Sarah grins, realizing that this is about the giddiest she’s been since the week she married Hadley. This is the most insane and unbelievable thing that has ever happened. “It’s the dishwasher. Erm…a device that washes our dishes for us, so that we don’t have to do it by hand.”

"Device?" Pero frowns, unfamiliar with the word and he looks around the strange room. "Where is your hearth? How do you cook, heat water for this device?"

“Did she ever explain electricity to you?” Hadley asks, knowing that you had said that you told him more than you should, but not exactly what.

"The strange magic that allows fireless light and 'power'?" Pero asks, frowning again, wondering how he will ever adapt to this time if he knows nothing about it.

“Exactly.” Nodding, Sarah decided that - all things considered - it probably isn’t too early for a drink. “This is a refrigerator,” she explains, opening the fridge again to grab two bottles from the door. “It keeps things cold without needing ice. Would you…uh, she said you like ale?” Sarah asks, offering him one of the bottles.

Pero eyes the bottle, strange and small with writing on it before he looks up at her. After a moment, he nods. "I do." He wonders how electricity would allow things to stay cold without ice or snow.

Sarah twists off the bottle cap and offers it to him again, hoping that a small show of hospitality might help things along. “Electricity is everywhere in our time. Some people even think it has taken the place of magic in a lot of ways, but I don’t know about that. The fact that you’re here…that is real magic.”

Pero takes the bottle, staring down at it when it is cold to the touch despite it being warm outside. "Magic is useful but only for some." He agrees, sniffing the contents before he brings the bottle to his lips.

“It has served my family well enough.” Sarah smiles, taking a sip from her own beer. “I might not have magic, but my ancestors did. Some of them, at least.”

Pero nods, relaxing slightly and looking at the bottle again. The ale tastes different from what he is used to, but it is refreshing. "That is good." He grunts, turning it up again and draining it quickly.

Both women chuckle, and Hadley grabs another bottle for him. “Your wife said you like spicy food,” Hadley poses, hoping to continue to make this extraordinary man feel more comfortable. “You must be hungry?”

The cold ale slides down into his belly and Pero nods. "Sí, spicy food warms you from the inside." He murmurs, taking another sip of the new bottle. "Gracias, I know that I am a stranger to you. How many coins for the food and drink?"

“She was heartbroken to come back without you.” Sarah tells him, remembering how many tears you had shed the night you sat with her in the library. “She knew you would not have left her willingly. There hasn’t been a single day she hasn’t thought about you, Pero. I promise.”

"It took a long time to learn the magic I needed to come through the Stones." Pero bites his lip, looking down at the bottle and wondering how much you told these women about your time in his world. Even though he has not seen much, he can tell that it is completely different.

“She’s so glad that you did.” It would have been obvious to anyone, the awe in your voice and the way you lit up hearing his. Seeing his face for the first time in months. “Tomorrow when she gets here, you two can stay as long as you need. There are things about this world that I’m sure she’ll want to teach you before you decide to stay.”

“I–have a coin.” He promises, pull a small pouch from his belt. He won’t let you care for him in everything. He can help.

“No, please.” Sarah shakes her head, though she has not stopped smiling. “We will settle any debts later. But I have dreamed of meeting you since your wife first told us you might arrive. I’m so glad you’re here.”

His brow pinches in confusion, unsure why the woman would want to meet him. “Sassenach has to travel, so I am here until she arrives.” Pero murmurs to himself. “What shall I do?” It’s not uncommon to have him help for his lodging. Chopping wood or hunting. It is a strange place but there must be something he can help with.

“Would you be willing to tell us your story?” Sarah thinks of the stacks of journals and cases of photographs and other evidence in her study - her entire family’s collective effort all in one place. It’s pretty much the only thing in the study. “I have hers sets down…her story of traveling to your time, but mostly of you. It would be wonderful to have both sides of the story.”

Pero frowns, wondering what you might have said about him. Worried that it might not be very good, considering what he is. "What would you want to know?"

“Anything you are willing to share.” Sarah takes a sip of her beer and reads his concerned expression before shifting to give him her full attention. “You can listen to her story if you want to hear her voice again. I recorded it. Which is…like preserving the memory of her voice in an object you can play any time you like.”

"Sí." His agreement is immediate, almost slightly desperate. "I–it does not feel real." He explains, confused by his own thoughts. "She is not– I could not touch her. Yet I could see her, hear her." He will not fully relax until he is touching you again.

“We call it technology.” Hadley explains, though she knows the word will mean nothing to him. “That is the magic of our time. Science and technology.”

Pero is not a learned man, but he is smart. He had to have his wits in order to survive as long as he had. Nodding, he tucks away the strange words to ask you about later. "I see."

“For now?” Sarah offers him the most supportive smile she can. “Know that you’re with friends. Safe. And with friends.”

Reminding himself that you had said he could trust them, Pero nods again. Hadley is still rushing around the kitchen and he looks to Sarah. “Can I tell you while I eat? I am hungry.”

“Of course.” No matter when he is ready to tell his story, Sarah will be ready and eager to hear it. “Do you mind if I record you too? You don’t have to do anything but talk. The recorder will take down everything you say so I can write it down later.”

Pero nods again, unsure of what it means to record, but he will trust your judgment. You’ve never steered him wrong. “Yes.” His stomach grumbles slightly at the smells that are filling the kitchen.

Hadley’s spicy Szechuan noodles with veggies and chicken is a quick and easy recipe that she modified from an old friend, and she knows from Sarah’s replaying of your tapes that Pero spent time in China - so when she piles three bowls high with the delicious dish and brings them to the table she’s glad to see him perk up at the scent. “‘Ere we go.” She smiles happily but fixes Pero with a serious expression. “If you don’t like it, I won’t be offended. We have plenty of other food about to fix for you.”

“It smells good.” Pero insists, reaching for a bowl greedily. He frowns at the metal object in the bowl and pulls it out to inspect it. “What is this?”

“Forks look different now,” Sarah grins. “Three prongs instead of two. And you don’t have to carry them with you. Any place you eat will provide them for you.”

Grunting, he’s suitably impressed. This time must be very wealthy. He bites it and then pulls it out of his mouth again. “It is not silver.” He murmurs, not quite finding it to be steel either.

“Silver is rarely used these days.” Sarah tells him with a shrug. She’s just as excited for spicy Szechuan noodles as Pero seems to be. “Only the very rich or old-fashioned use it. These are a combination of steel and…aluminum, I think? That’s what most people use now.”

Humming, Pero examines the fork carefully. He has used one exactly three times in his life, all while being treated at a lord’s table. The rest of the time, he ate with his dagger or his hands. “No doubt you are very rich to have these.” He compliments before he starts to dig into the noodles.

The women smile at the compliment, deciding not to get into the mechanics of the distribution of wealth right now. “We are lucky to have our own business and for it to be doing well.” Hadley praises instead, knowing how hard Sarah works.

Pero isn’t listening, instead he is hunched over his bowl, having a moment with the food. Reminding him of some of the flavors he had in China, his eyes are closed and he is letting out a groan that is nearly obscene.

“Hadley’s food is amazing.” Sarah offers the praise right back to her wife and takes advantage of the moment to sneak a photo of Pero enjoying his lunch to send off to you. “Pero,” she says his name to catch his attention when she checks her phone. “She’s boarding the plane now. She’ll be here very, very late tonight.”

“Plane?” He searches his memory. “The thing in the sky.” He nods and motions to Sarah’s box. “Did she write you on that?”

“She did.” Sarah turns her phone around to show him the text message thread. “It is like…letters that can be sent instantly through the air.”

“Magic.” Pero huffs, shaking his head and dives back into the food like he has not eaten in months. His mood brightens at the prospect at seeing you again.

******

The flights seem interminable. St. Augustine to New York is just a little over two hours, but from there it takes another ten hours to get to Inverness. A rental car at the airport takes more time than you had hoped, but it’s late at night so you just decide to be grateful that someone is even working the rental desk. You feel like you’ve been shaking since Sarah called you this morning, so unbelievably excited and nervous to see Pero again that you could almost explode. The drive from the airport to the inn is negligible, thank god, and you pull into the small parking lot beside the building much faster than is probably safe. At this point he is mere steps away, and Sarah had texted you his room number so you could sprint past the front desk and straight upstairs as soon as you get inside.

Top floor. Top floor, room in the corner. Room 315. Standing in the hallway you have to force yourself to stop and breathe, barely holding back overwhelmed tears as you knock softly on the door.

It takes less than a second for Pero’s boots to thunder across the floor and the door is snatched open. The fierce scowl on his face freezes and the dagger that is in his hand clatters to the floor. “Sassenach.”

“Pero!” Your bags drop from your hands and the tears are instant as you practically fling yourself through the door to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest like you’re trying to burrow as deeply into his body as humanly possible.

After several hours alone in the room he had finally felt comfortable removing his leathers so he was in just his breeches, boots and tunic. Groaning at the warmth of holding you again, he feels whole. For the first time in a year, he is complete again. His own tears spill hot, soaking into your hair as he breathes you in. “God, Sassenach, I– you’re–” he chokes out and crushes you to him.

“You’re here.” You breathe, sobbing into his chest just as desperately as he is into your hair. “You’re really here.”

“I am sorry.” He breathes out, needing you to know that he never wanted to send you back on your own. When he made the decision to take you back to your own time, he put aside his very valid fears for your sake. “I tried, amor, I tried to come with you. You disappeared from my arms.” He sobs, breaking down again for the first time since that night at the Stones.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Nudging him backward into the room, you barely glance behind you to drag your bags in too, then pull the door shut and turn the lock. Alone with Pero in your own time. This is the moment you have been dreaming about for the last six months without fail. “Mi amor, you saved my life.” Wrapping your arms around him again, you let him get out every tear he has to cry. “You are my savior. Mi angel. I would have died if you hadn’t been brave enough to get me to the Stones.”

“Mierda.” Pero chokes out, eyes red and tears wetting his cheeks as he pulls back and cups your cheeks. “Te amo, te amo, te amo.” He promises, lunging forward and pressing his lips to yours desperately.

“Te amo.” It is absolutely surreal to be in his arms again, and you feel like you could burst apart from happiness at being able to kiss him again.

He can’t stop kissing you, again and again as he tries to convince himself that this isn’t a dream. He had tormented himself several times over the past year. Dreams so realistic that he had woken up angry that you weren’t in his arms.

The two of you stumble together, clinging to each other and refusing to separate for so much as a breath. He had said it was a full year for him, and if your own six months of heartbreak without him are anything to go by, he has been in hell just as you were.

“I–” Pero pushes back towards the bed that takes up a large portion of the room. He has to touch you, he will feel like he’s going to die if he doesn’t. “Amor–” he groans, his hands starting to roam, although he doesn’t have easy access like he did when you were in his time. No skirts to lift.

The way you giggle against his lips is music to his ears, even when you stop kissing him momentarily to drink in the sight of him in front of you. Electric lights, modern furniture, and Pero Tovar. It is very literally your fondest dream come true. “Modern clothing is harder to get into than just throwing my skirts up,” you tease, popping the button on your jeans and drawing down the zipper so he will not have to wrestle with them to get you out of your jeans.

He grunts, huffing at you as he starts to kick off his boots. He knows he needs to clean up, bathe if he can figure out how that happens here, but he doesn’t think you mind right now. “Skirts are better. Easier to make you squeal.”

“I’ll switch back to dresses immediately.” Flats, jeans, and blouse are all gone in mere moments, desperate to have the feeling of oneness back that always comes from intimacy with Pero.

He doesn’t care about what you wear, he cares you are here. The eagerness that he has for you is the result of not having you for the last year. He had grown very used to being in your bed and between your thighs. “Hermosa.” He whispers, pushing his breeches down to reveal the threadbare underclothes you had stitched for him.

“You still have these?” It’s surprising to you that they survived, considering you were never the best seamstress in the world.

“Of course.” He scoffs, surprised that you would even question it. You had given them to him. They were one of his most precious possessions. “I have kept them.”

“Pero…” Your hands caress his face, thumbs dragging down the line of his jaw as you look up into his eyes. “I don’t care when or where we are, mi amor. But I never want to be without you again.”

He swallows, his own head immediately bobbling in agreement. “Never.” He agrees, his voice lowered to a rough whisper. “I–I lost my scars. I didn’t know if you–” he chokes up slightly, clearing his throat.

“I lost mine too.” You had realized in the car on the way to the airport that what you had thought was a weird Charley Horse or some other odd pain this morning was actually your scars coming back. His scars coming back. “Te amo, mi amor.” You promise him, stepping forward again to press your lips to his.

Your lips on his ignites a fire inside him. The hunger for you flashing to the boiling point and Pero wraps his arm around you to turn you so that you fall back into the bed with him braced over you.

Crashing down into the bed is like being transported, and suddenly you’re back in the little stone cottage in Brittany without any concerns beyond each other’s pleasure. Your hands grasp and wander, reminding yourself of the shape of him. He tastes the same - of memories and joy and every good feeling in the world. “Pero.”

Your name pours from his lips as he starts to frantically kiss your body. Every inch he can reach while his hands squeeze and massage your breasts. Desperate to reacquaint himself with your taste and sounds.

Every inch of fabric is torn away, every inhibition tossed aside in the desperate need to feel each other again. Your fingertips trace every mark on his body, memorizing them all over again and each moan loosed from your lips is swallowed up by the constant stream of deep kisses shared between you.

He would prepare you, treat you like he had so many months ago as you were discovering each other’s bodies, but he is too frantic for you. “Lo- siento.” His cock slips between your thighs easily and he ruts up against you.

“I’m not.” The low chuckle from deep in your chest makes both of you smile even momentarily, but it’s cut off by a moan when he grinds against you again. “Please, Pero — fuck.”

“Tu serás mi muerte.” You will be my death. Pero groans, reaching between you so he can line up. It’s been a year and he knows he won’t last but he can’t wait another second to slide inside you.

You’ll apologize to Sarah in the morning for making a racket, but the utter bliss of feeling him inside you again has you gasping and crying his name, nearly sobbing again in relief. There is nothing like this feeling - it is coming home again.

Pero’s eyes would close if he did not want to memorize your face again. Teeth clicked together to hold onto some semblance of control while he growls out your name. “F-fuck.” He hisses, unable to hold still, rocking his hips while he is buried as far as he can go in your body.

“D-don’t—” You gasp out, fingers digging into his back to hold him close and feel his heartbeat against yours. “Don’t hold back, amor.”

Permission granted, Pero goes crazy. Lips, teeth and hands all working in tandem while his hips start to furiously move. Feeling like an untried boy with his first tumble, he gasps and groans as you take him.

Meeting his rhythm might be a challenge if you weren’t also so damn frantic for him. Six months without the touch that makes you feel whole means that you don’t hesitate to bite your nails into his skin or bruise his neck, sucking on his salty skin and making sure he will bear your mark for days to come as you rock your hips in time with his.

“Madre de Dios.” Mother of God. Pero’s body lurches forward when you are just as aggressive as he is, just as frantic. All the worries, the fears that you wouldn’t be happy he was in your time dissipates in the frantic pace of his uneven thrusts.

It could have been five minutes or five hours. All that matters is that you are wrapped on him again, panting out his name as you climb closer and closer to a shattering orgasm. Nothing in the world could be as perfect as this - no dream of your reunion ever came close to this reality.

Now Pero squishes his eyes closed, body tense and primed to cum. Overwhelmed by the euphoria coursing through his body. “Sass– fuck, fuck!” He pulls you with him over the cliff, desperately tangled in each other and pouring everything you are into a kiss as the two of you cum together, shaking and shattering in each other’s arms.

Shuddering and gasping, Pero pours himself into you. His very soul fusing with yours in an interwoven pattern that would never be unknotted.

“Te amo.” You cling to him, eyes open like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you shut them even for a moment. “Te amo para siempre.” I love you forever.

His arms stay pushed under your back, holding you close as he says against you. “I love you.” He murmurs, turning and tucking his head into your neck, hot tears fresh in his eyes. “I– alma gemela.” Soulmate. “Amor de mi vida.” Love of my life.

“Mi esposo.” My husband. With your arms wrapped around him, you hold him close to your chest and blink back more tears as your heartbeat returns to normal.

It takes a long minute, but eventually he manages to shift off of you. Reluctantly pulling out of you with a groan and curling up against your body, unable to stop touching you.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get here,” you murmur, well aware that you lost your temper at several airline employees to get across the ocean as fast as humanly possible.

There is a moment where he huffs, pulling back to frown at you as if you are crazy. "One year, amor." He grumbles. "It took me a year to get back to you. What is a day? We are together now."

“Forever.” You lean your forehead against his and sigh. “I tried to get back to you, amor. I went back to the Stones but they wouldn’t let me through.”

“Loca.” Crazy. He huffs, pulling you close. “You – you almost died.” He murmurs quietly. “I would rather you be in your time and alive, than dead in mine.”

“I don’t want to be without you.” The fact that he saved your life is something you will never forget, and if your roles were reversed, you would have done the same for him. But months apart have proved to you that you are no longer your full self without him.

“I am not leaving you, amor.” Exhaustion hits him like a wave now that you are in his arms. It’s been a very long day and he has been on edge. “Never. You will have to send me away.”

“Never.” He lies on you heavily, a feeling you relish and remember fondly. “Sleep, my love. We can talk more tomorrow.”

“Stay.” He murmurs sleepily, eyes already drifting close. “Be here when I wake.” The plea is soft, breathed out as his body relaxes.

“Nothing could drag me away.” The promise is murmured against his temple as you lay a kiss there, letting your eyes close a moment after his, at peace for the first time in months.

******

Pero jumps, reaching for his absent dagger when there is a noise that is foreign, dragging him out of his exhaustive sleep. Gasping when he feels someone next to him, it takes a moment to remember yesterday. He had made it, you were here and in his arms. Instantly settling him like nothing else could.

“Sorry.” You mumble, peeling your eyes open at the sound of your alarm. You had taken off of work for a family emergency, but forgotten the simple things like shutting off your daily alarm on your phone. At least your jeans are close enough to the bed that you can just reach over and grab the device to shut it off.

“Are we…under attack?” He asks, looking around in bewilderment. The blaring had sounded like a horn, a signal for a battle to begin.

“No, amor.” A soft chuckle bubbles through you and you turn back to Pero to wrap him in your arms. “I have to wake up at a certain time each day. The alarm wakes me.”

He groans, frowning slightly as he wonders why you have to awaken so early today. Instead of asking, he burrows into your arms, the doubt of his future here already intrusive this morning. The dream hadn’t helped.

“What’s wrong?” You may have only had a few months together in his time, but you know that groan. He is upset and trying to mask it with grumpiness.

“Nothing amor.” The last thing he wants is to make you wonder if he is unhappy being with you again. “The noise hurt my ears.”

“You’re a poor liar, Pero.” Tipping your head back lets you look him in the eyes, and you bite your lip in concern. “Talk to me?”

Staring at you for a long moment to see if you will back down, he blows out a breath when you don’t. “I had a dream.” He admits, rolling his eyes as if it is of no importance. “It…rattled me.”

“A dream of what?” It must have been something vivid to make him so upset this morning.

He knows he won't be able to distract you. Pulling away, Pero rolls to his back to look up at the ceiling. The whitewashed walls are a stark contrast from the thatched roof of the home he had left to come here. "Your time is different, sí?" He asks, not expecting an answer. "I– I could not learn how to be here, to live and you–" sighing softly, he closes his eyes. "You wished I had never come here."

“That will never happen.” You can promise him that without hesitation, and draw him close with one arm around his waist. “If you are unhappy here, we will try to return through the Stones together. It is as simple as that. I meant when I said that I do not care where or when we live as long as we’re together.”

"I– I want to try to live here with you." Pero admits quietly. "You have suffered so much in my world." The fear of you being attacked again or being branded a bruja again is enough for him to want to stay.

“It is very different.” To pretend otherwise would be an outright lie. “But if you are unhappy here, I would go back with you. I don’t care. I only care about staying with you.”

"I have only been here a day, amor." Pero murmurs. "We don't know if we tried to go back when we would be there." The idea that Briac and Arwena would be dead or elderly breaks Pero's heart.

“Would you like to see some of my world today?” If he wants to stay here there will obviously be adjustments to make, not the least of which will be clothing. “If it sounds like too much, we can just stay here at the inn today.”

“No.” Pero shakes his head, aware that he cannot hide away. “I do not wish to hide from your world, but I–I look strange here, sí?”

“We can get you some new clothes.” Fingers brush his hair from his forehead and you leave a kiss there in its wake. “I told you about clothing shops once. Merchants who sell ready made clothing.”

“I had believed you to be joking.” Pero admits, shooting you a sheepish look. “Since your sewing skills are poor.”

“I never had to sew my own clothes,” you shrug, knowing the idea of shops for everything will completely boggle his mind. “We will see if there are any modern clothes you like.”

He frowns, unable to even imagine it. “I will wear whatever you choose.” He tells you, knowing that you would be able to better decide.

“We will find you something.” Ducking your head, you press a kiss to his chest and offer him a soft smile. “I heard you liked Hadley’s cooking yesterday. Do you want to share a shower and we can go downstairs for breakfast?”

“It was good. Like the food I had at the Wall.” Pero grunts, feeling better now that he has talked to you. This time is strange to him, but it seems as if you have settled back into your world with no issue.

“Come, amor.” Sitting up, you tug on his hand a little to get him to follow you. “We can share a standing bath and I can give you your first pieces of modern clothing.” The layover in New York had been short but given you the chance to think - and you had grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that you hoped would fit him.

“Standing bath.” He hums, admitting that it sounds nice, cleaning up. He had been nervous about things and hadn’t even looked to see where the chamber pot was.

“I think there are some things about this time that you will enjoy.” Leading him into the bathroom, you point out the sink, toilet, and shower and explain all three of them as best you can. “Indoor plumbing. It keeps things clean, and homes smell far better.”

“I– this room was here behind the door?” He asks, eyes widening as he looks around. “Is that the chamber pot you were talking about?”

“You can sit right on it, and there is paper just there to clean yourself. Just press down on this button when you’re done and it all goes away.” Modern technology will take quite a bit of getting used to, but you know Pero can adapt.

He’s doubtful but he reaches over and pushes the button, jerking back slightly when the toilet starts to flush. Frowning to himself as the water swirls in the bowl. “Mierda.”

Trying not to laugh, you can’t help but bite back a grin at his reaction. “It can’t hurt you. It’s just water.”

"It disappears." He huffs, looking at you as if you are the crazy one. He looks back down at the bowl and almost reaches out to press the button again. "It is a chamber pot, sí?" You nod and he gives a small shrug. "How do I piss in this?"

“Stand and aim at the water.” Oh, introducing him to this world is going to be infinitely entertaining. “Or sit and aim down. It is up to you.”

He huffs and cuts his eyes at you, sensing he is being teased. “Hush woman.” He grumbles, sidling up to the bowl, his bladder is active this morning already.

“Remember, you missed me,” you tease, slipping out of the bathroom quickly to grab your toiletries from your carry on. The miracles of dental hygiene were a wonder to rediscover and you still can’t wait to brush your teeth every day.

“Of course I did.” Even as he is relieving himself, he calls out to you. Aware that even with your biting tongue he has missed you. Maybe because of it.

“I missed you, too.” You promise him when you reappear - toothbrush and toothpaste in hand and your other things spilling out on the countertop. “Life is…incomplete without you.”

Pero nods, accepting that to be true. After all, you had come to him when you learned he was here. “What is all that?” He asks, motioning towards your bag.

“This time values cleanliness,” you explain, lining things up for him to inspect after he flushes. “Here.” Turning on the sink startles him slightly but you pump a little hand soap into his hands and put them under the tap. “Most soap is liquid now. Lather your hands with that and they will be clean and smell of perfume.”

Pero frowns and brings his wet hands up to sniff. “Everything smells like rich lords?” He huffs, wondering if his smell offends you now. It had been too cold to bathe before he got to the Stones.

“Sort of.” It makes you laugh to hear it put that way. “When we get home we can find a scent for you that you like. One that isn’t so…lordly. They make things that smell like the woods that I know you would love.”

“I wouldn’t mind smelling like a lord.” Pero concedes before he scowls. “As long as I am not as stupid as one, I will be fine.”

“No one could accuse you of being stupid, mi amor.” Quickly brushing your teeth, you explain the concept of toothpaste and mouthwash to him and concede that it does sound a little odd but it feels very nice, so Pero tries the mouthwash you have and ends up sitting it out in disgust after just a few seconds. “It takes getting used to,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips and raising an eyebrow at him. “Do you think we can manage a shower without fucking?”

“You are naked.” Pero growls, shaking his head as he pulls you close. “I thought you told me how you loved the idea of fucking under your warm waterfall?”

“I absolutely do love that idea.” And you won’t deny it for a second, especially not when he growls like that. “It was an honest question, not a judgment.”

“I want to clean first, but I want you again, amor.” He will admit that easily. “I miss our bathtub.” There had been times that the water had been reheated several times while you and he had lazily made love in the tub.

“I have a large one in the apartment in Florida.” The one here at the inn is small - too small for that kind of activity - but you don’t mind right now. You have a lifetime with Pero. This just proves it.

"Apartment." Pero rolls the foreign word around on his tongue and wonders what it means. Instead of asking, he turns towards the glass of the shower and grunts. "There is a lot of costly glass in your time."

“It is not so costly anymore.” Reaching in, you turn the knob and watch the water explode from the heads built into the wall. “And we have something called plastic now. Which is like an imitation of glass, and much harder to break.”

Pero's eyes widen, filled with awe as he watches the water cascade down into the small little room beyond the glass. Unable to have imagined your 'shower' until right now. "Mierda." He shakes his head, eyes flickering around the room to find where the water comes from. "I don't understand."

“There is a pipe inside the wall.” Stepping inside to show him that it’s safe, you offer him your hand to help him inside. “The pipe brings water from a heating tank through the inn, and it comes out through here,” you explain, pointing to the shower head with your other hand.

He has questions but he doesn't want to waste the hot water. So he climbs inside the glass room with you, immediately letting out a filthy moan when the hot water hits his skin. It's hotter than any tub of water he's ever bathed in and it feels amazing.

“A warm waterfall.” It had been the best way you could describe it to him and you happily let him sink against you under the hot water.

"You can live in this room." His eyes slip closed and he rolls his head back, sure that he actually died and this is his version of heaven in the afterlife.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Pressing a kiss to his chest, you will happily hold him for as long as he wants to stand here and enjoy the hot water.

"Better with you here." He promises, turning his head and pressing his lips to your temple and leans his head against yours. "Are you ready to make me smell like a rich lord?"

The shower does devolve a little, with hands wandering and pleasure for both of you, but when you eventually shut off the water and climb out you’re relaxed and ready to start the day. “I brought you some modern clothes,” You tell him, handing him a fluffy towel from the bathroom shelf and taking one for yourself. “I don’t know if they’ll fit you well, but I kind of had to guess.”

He feels cleaner than he ever has in his life, layers of skin seemingly stripped down until he practically squeaks. He does smell flowery, but he doesn’t mind it because you smell the same. Watching in fascination as you rub something under your arms, he takes it from you and sniffs it, frowning but lifting his own arm then switching to the other to copy you. “You have no hair under your arm anymore.” He realizes. “Or on your legs.”

“No.” Last night had been far too frantic for any kind of inspection, but you had readopted shaving about a month after returning to your own time. “It is the fashion now. And it’s what I’m most used to.” Worry creeps across your face though, and you bite your lip. “Do you hate it?”

“No?” Pero frowns and sets down the deodorant. “Do I need to do it too?” He asks, glancing down at his legs and wondering how you got your skin so smooth without cuts. “It would take a lot of passes with the dagger.”

“No, amor.” That makes you giggle, and you lead him out into the bedroom to pull his new clothes out of your bag. “It is the fashion for women. You have nothing to fear.”

“Good.” He grunts, feeling a little awkward. “It is fine if you like your legs hairless. I do not care as long as you are happy.”

“Just as long as my cunt still keeps its hair?” You smirk slightly and hand him the fresh jeans, boxers, and t-shirt before grabbing clean clothes for yourself.

“You would have that bare too?” Pero’s eyes widen and he looks down to your cunt before his brow lifts, trying to imagine it. “Truly?”

“Some women do. Some men do not like hair there or use it as an excuse not to give a woman pleasure with their mouths. But I know you do not feel that way.” It’s a pain in the ass to keep up with, but you had done it in the past for other lovers. At this point the other thing you care about is that Pero is happy, so if he wanted to experience it then you would shave for him happily.

That makes Pero scowl. “They have hair on their ass don’t they?” He huffs, shaking his head at how weak men are in this time. “What does hair have to do with eating a woman’s cunt and making her cry in pleasure?” He smirks and steps closer to you. “What do you say?”

“Honestly?” Even having him step closer with that sexy little smirk highlighting his love dimple makes your throat run dry. “You never had any trouble eating my pussy before now, but if you’re curious I’ll shave.”

“I should eat it now.” He rumbles, eyes darkening slightly. “So I can see if there is a difference with it bare if you want to show me.”

“Would you enjoy that?” Your panties are in your hand but are already being tossed aside before he can even answer you. Apparently fingering you until your legs gave out in the shower was not enough for him.

“I am a hungry man.” Pero growls, reaching for you and dragging you over to the bed that feels like a cloud. “Your cunt is a feast I have missed.”

“We might never leave this room today.” Not that you mind, not with your legs opening automatically to let him lie between them or whatever else he wants to do.

“That is fine with me.” Pero smirks down at you as his fingers caress both of your knees, shuffling between them. “Everything I need is right here.”

“We have lost time to make up for.” His year apart from you has made him hungry and you can feel anticipation tingle through you completely.

His grin is wicked, dangerous as he ducks his head down and bites your knee before starting to kiss up your thighs. Breathing in the clean, fragrant scent of you. He had fucked you and fingered you so far, now it was time to eat you.

Pero has always had a predatory edge to him that you found sexy rather than alarming, and it all comes rushing back to you with hot cheeks and a rapid pulse as he sucks bruises into the insides of your thighs on a slow descent to his prize. His ability to have you panting and begging is uncanny, and you squirm underneath him in delicious anticipation.

“I’ve never savored a meal the way I savor you.” He groans, burying his nose in your curls and inhaling your scent. Cock already throbbing but he’s going to do this. Needs to like he needs air. Greedy, his tongue darts out to carve through your folds.

Your sharp gasp makes him chuckle, the filthy sound of being utterly pleased with himself rumbling through you when he’s barely even begun to taste what you have to offer him. One of your hands threads through his damp hair readily, knowing he likes it pulled tight as much as you do, and grinning when he grunts and opens his mouth wide to seemingly swallow your entire cunt whole.

It doesn’t matter what time Pero is in. You taste the same. Feminine and musky, better than his favorite ale or his beloved cheese. If he could survive off of your cunt alone, he would do it. His fingers dig desperately into your hips and drag you closer.

Anyone within about twenty yards of your room could instantly guess what is going on inside but you just can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the only thought you can manage to have in between gasping his name or cursing vividly is how much you’ve missed him. It’s a miracle that Pero managed to get through the Stones and not one you’re apt to take for granted - and because of that you will be happy to stay in this room all day if it means being devoured by your soulmate’s talented tongue.

There is a rhythm to your pleasure. The way your hips roll tells him how to keep time. His groans are filthy as they pour into you and he loves every gasp and cry of his name. Soon he will have to do something else, but for now, this is his only task.It's impossible to think that you only had a few months together so many centuries ago - the way he knows your body should speak to an entire lifetime of pleasure. It's like you hadn't missed a single moment, bodies rising and falling together in that bed as he licks into you over and over again.

Eyes fixed on your face, Pero watches. Watches the way your lips part on a gasp or your teeth sink into the tender skin of your bottom lip when you think to stifle your sound. He watches the way your eyes flutter under your lids as you writhe in pleasure. His tongue flicks over your clit again, wanting to watch as you fall apart for him again.

There is nothing subtle or understated about the way he devours you. Pero's focus is entirely on pushing you over that last edge of pleasure now, and there is obviously no gap in his memory of how to do so. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk just before your eyes clamp shut - head tossed back on a cry of his name as you fall apart beneath him.

There’s always a moment right before your thighs try to close around his head. One where your entire body shudders and nearly lifts off the bed. The edge right before over stimulation and Pero groans into you when he feels it again. His tongue easing up as you gasp and moan, slowly circling your clit to bring you back down to earth.

"Fuuuck." You couldn't do anything more than collapse right now even if you wanted to, legs still shaking just a little and gorgeous aftershocks shooting through your system as Pero places soft kitten licks and kisses everywhere he pleases.

“Mmmm.” Pero lifts up, shuffling up the bed to lay down beside you and his arm easily drapes over your body. “Now that I remember what you taste like, you can cut your hair off and I’ll see what bare cunt tastes like.”

"I doubt it will taste any different," you giggle, rolling your eyes at him as you curl into his side. This is the only place in the world that you want to be right now and you're so grateful that you have this chance again. "But you can have as many tastes as you want, amor."

“Good.” Everything is right when you are in his arms and he sighs softly. “Show me the clothes you brought me?” He asks, knowing he can’t wear his breeches and tunic around town.

"You want me to move after you make me cum twice in twenty minutes?" Grumbling at him is only teasing, of course, but you throw him a playful pout as you reach for the stack of clothing on the bedside table. Boxers, Jeans, and a t-shirt that will hopefully fit him well enough to go out and try on an actual wardrobe. "These are only temporary. If they're not comfortable for you, we will pick out other things at the store today."

“Do you have enough coins to purchase such things?” He asks, frowning as he holds up the jeans. It is a strange type of cloth but it seems sturdy.

“Yes.” Standing up, you grab your own panties again and slide them on, before looking back at him cautiously. “I have lived with careful finances for most of my life, and have a job that pays well.” Not well enough for all the bullshit you have to deal with, but you’re very comfortable. “While you are adjusting to life here, I can provide for you. Though I know you well enough to know that you will not allow me to do it forever.”

Pero frowns and nods. “I will trust that you will not take on too much.” He murmurs, knowing you will share if it becomes too much. There is too much between you now. “I will try to ease your worries wherever I can.”

“I would not feel safe with you living the life of a mercenary or soldier in this time.” It’s a lot to admit, but knowing that a lot of his former standard practices would now be considered war crimes? It just doesn’t sit well with you. “There are many paths you can choose now, amor. You can start fresh. Be whatever you choose to be.”

His lack of learning still worries him and he frowns. “What would I be able to do?”

"Anything you wish." Cost be damned, you would make sure that Pero has the opportunities in this lifetime that he never could have had as a medieval farmer's son. "Even get an education, if you wish. There are even special educations you can get for certain jobs. Training. Instead of apprenticeships, we have training programs now for anyone who wishes to join."

His brow raises and he nods. “That is very - anyone can do it?” He whistles, knowing there were many titles he could not hold because of his birth or lack of wealth. “Interesting. I could become a huntsman.” He offers, knowing he would be able to hunt any game for a wealthy lord in your village or surrounding lands.

"There is not much call for huntsmen anymore." Slowly getting dressed, you smirk when Pero watches you put on your jeans with intense interest. He's leering a little, yes, but he's also learning the new garment. "But to be a butcher is a very good occupation. Or to work on a farm or a ranch, if that is what you want to do." Offering him your best and most encouraging smile, you throw your shirt on over the ultra soft bra you packed and grab your sweater. It may be July in Scotland, but that's a hell of a lot colder than July in Florida. "You don't need to rush the decision, love. Let's just enjoy ourselves today. How does that sound?"

“Sí.” Pero nods, his own clothes going on much slower and you have to help him with the button of the jeans when he huffs in frustration. “Do I walk barefoot?” He asks, wiggling his toes in the new socks you made him put on. “These are your shoes?”

"You can wear your boots under the jeans." They would be well hidden from view, and only look slightly out of the ordinary if someone decided to pay extremely close attention. To the casual observer, he's just wearing leather boots. "I had absolutely no idea of your shoe size, so I decided not to guess."

“Shoe size….” Pero frowns and then shrugs it off, pulling the shirt over his head. At least the tunic is familiar, although tighter than he was used to. “How does it look?” He asks, holding his arms out for you to inspect him.

"You look very handsome." It's not an exaggeration in any way, shape, or form because he is always handsome. Is it slightly odd? Perhaps. But that is through no fault of his own. It is because you lived essentially naked with the man for months on end in the cottage. "Come and look in the mirror. Tell me what you think."

He had been startled when he discovered the costly looking glass in the room. Having it make him reach for his dagger a few times when his reflection was captured in its view. Pero dutifully walks over to you and turns, much more interested in looking at you, although he does stare at himself for a long moment. “This is– what I am?”

"Are you comfortable?" The jeans look a little baggy on him and the t-shirt is working overtime to stretch across his broad shoulders, but for guessing sizes on a man you hadn't seen in six months it's not too bad.

“The pants sit weird.” He admits, tugging on them slightly. “But I am thankful.” He adds, not wishing you to think him ungrateful. “It will take time to get used to.”

"There are other types of pants that might be more comfortable." It's beyond you not to want to touch him all the time, grateful in your own right. Simply that he is here and so willing to try to live life in your time. It is more than you had ever let yourself hope for, really. "Just because I brought you these does not mean you have to like them."

“I am used to...fitted breeches.” He admits after a moment, wiggling his hips slightly. “Though I could hide many weapons.”

"We can certainly find you something tighter if you would prefer it." God knows you're the last person in the world to discourage him from flaunting what he's got. "However...the concealed weapons...are a bit illegal now. By a bit, I mean very."

Pero frowns fiercely. “You cannot carry a dagger or sword?” He huffs. “What kind of place is this?”

"The kind of place where you will need a license to carry a weapon." You shove your hands in your pockets and shrug at him lamely. "No one carries swords anymore. Or daggers, really. We have...they're called firearms, and they are not needed to defend yourself for the most part. Things are much safer than they used to be."

He is skeptical about that, knowing that no matter when in time it is, there is evil in the hearts of men. Still, he grunts and puts down the dagger that he had been about to slip into his waistband. Or the leather belt you had told him was the modern version of his.

"It will take getting used to." Especially for someone like Pero, who had been a warrior until literally yesterday. "Are you ready to get some breakfast before we venture out into town, love?"

“What is there to eat?” He perks up at the prospect of food. Despite the time travel, he loves to think with his stomach and those noodles were tasty. “Do you think she will serve more of those noodles for breakfast?”

"Maybe she'll make some more for us for dinner if we ask." You have no doubt that Hadley would be happy to honour the request and take the compliment for exactly what it is. "But let's go downstairs and see what she's made for breakfast this morning."

Pero grunts, unused to having something different for breakfast beyond leftovers or some bread and cheese. But then again, the idea of cheese has him pulling on his boots and quickly following you.

******

“Well there ye are.” Hadley grins unrepentantly when you and Pero appear in the kitchen, hands tangled together and looking infinitely more relaxed than she’s ever seen either of you before. “I thought I heard ye were awake.” There is nothing but warm teasing in her tone, though there had been a noise complaint this morning that Sarah had already swept under the rug. Nothing to bother you with, not during such a happy reunion. “This morning there’s Quiche Lorraine, scones, and a salad of arugula, fennel, and grapefruit all ready for ye. Coffee and tea, a’course. And some juice if ye’d prefer.”

“Thank you, Hadley.” Your warm hug is full of gratitude, knowing that Hadley and Sarah had taken on quite an adventure yesterday in looking after Pero. “Everything sounds wonderful.”

Pero grunts, unsure of anything that she had just said. You sound pleased and there is one thing that you had talked about a lot. “Coffee?” He asks, looking at you. “Tea? You said you missed those things.” He reminds you, eager to see what the fuss is about.

"Would you like to try them?" His curiosity makes you smile, and you take Hadley's invitation to skirt the kitchen counter and make drinks for yourself as she excuses herself to clean up the dining room. "They both have caffeine in them, so you may feel jittery or energized." Explaining the properties of things like sugar and caffeine to him had been like explaining any other potion that he watched you brew. Not very difficult at all.

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “So you feel like every man when he’s too deep in his cups.” He muses, sniffing the air and approving of the scent.

"It's slightly different, but not too much." Amused at his blasé reaction, you pop a capsule into the Nespresso machine to brew into the waiting mug below and flip on the electric kettle after making sure it had water in it. "I will make both, and you can try them." Cream and sugar are easily obtained, and you portion out two plates of food from the usual overabundance of Hadley's cooking. The woman really is incredibly skilled.

Everything is strange and there isn’t an open flame or cauldron to be found. The only thing remotely familiar to Pero is the black skillet that the woman, Hadley, is hovering over like a hen protecting her chicks. He looks over at you for reassurance, the sounds of the kitchen along with the hum that seems to be constant throughout this space loud.

"Sit, amor." He looks a little lost so you try to give him a little direction, setting the tray of coffee and tea things on the little kitchen table before you put down two identical plates of food. "This is coffee," you put down a mug of fragrant black coffee in front of him and then another of rich, unaltered tea. "And this is tea. Most people add milk and sugar to them, but you don't have to."

“Sugar?” Pero frowns and looks up at you again, unsure of what you are talking about. “What is sugar?”

"This." The little ceramic bowl painted with flowers has a spoon in it, and you scoop some of the crystals out to leave on the rim of the saucer that his teacup is currently sitting on. "Try a little of it on your finger. It's sweeter than honey and far easier to come by."

Sweeter than honey. That gets his attention. He had always been eager to get his hands on honey, loving the sweet nectar. Risking stings to claim honeycomb from hives. Reaching out, Pero manages to grab a few granules of the sugar between his fingers and bring them up to his lips.

You grin when he groans, knowing how much he loves sweets. When he had discovered that you could make jams from some of your dried fruits he had nearly dragged you into bed in gratitude. "We'll have to find a chocolate shop today," you decide. "Too much sugar all at once will make a person feel sick, but chocolate is absolutely divine. Sweet and rich and creamy and just...absolutely delicious."

Pero moans again, thinking about sweet things. “Make– can you–” he nods towards the drinks you set in front of him. “Make them how you think I would drink them.” He begs.

"I'll make them how I like them, how about that?" When he nods again you shift the cups around, adding cream and sugar in measured amounts to each one and stirring them before moving them back in front of him. "If you don't like either of them, there are other things to drink."

The tea is first. Pero takes a cautious sip and hums. It’s good, but it reminds him of the herbs you would boil in water. “This is your tea, huh?”

"There are many different kinds. This is one of them." But you can see the way his lips are curled and you shake your head. "Not to your liking?"

“It is fine.” He won’t insult your favorite brew but it is not exactly what he had been expecting. “The coffee, right?” He asks, picking up the still frothy and rich looking drink.

"I think you'll like that more." Despite having humble beginnings, Pero does have a taste for the rich and luxurious. You happily take the tea from him though, glad to have a cup this morning despite being fully awake.

“Does it go with cheese?” He asks, frowning when he doesn’t see any among the breakfast fare.

"It can." You grin, stifling a giggle. "There is cheese in the quiche, amor. Try a bite." Picking up a bite for him on the fork that was set in front of him, you're happy to offer him the first bite of one of your favourite breakfasts. Although at this point you're thinking you might find a place that does charcuterie for lunch.

There is probably nothing that you offer him that he won’t try. His mouth opens and he accepts the bite, eyes widening slightly as he quickly inhales the delicious, eggy pie. Groaning, he nods. “That is– very good.” He hums, lifting up the the coffee cup to his lips to try it. Another, louder moan escapes his lips on the first sip.

“And so is the coffee?” You guess, grinning when you put his fork down in front of him. For the way Pero loves food, he will likely end up loving modern foodie culture above everything else - although definitely not the pretentious diets.

Even though the coffee is steaming hot, Pero continues to slurp it down like it will vanish from in front of him. Moaning the entire time until the entire cup is down and he is licking his lips and looking disappointed that it is gone.

“Do you see why I missed it?” Laughing lightly, you pop up from the table to get him a glass of orange juice to go with the rest of his breakfast and leave a kiss on his cheek before you sit back down. “We can get another cup later, while we’re out. I don’t want to give you too much caffeine all at once until we know how sensitive you are to it.”

Pouting slightly, he wants to scoff and boast that your modern day drinks won’t affect him, but he doesn’t know that. Instead he just sets the cup down and reaches for the juice, eager to try it since he is more familiar with this than anything else.

Breakfast - brunch really, considering how late in the morning it is - passes easily and quickly. Pero has never been one to dawdle over his food and Hadley's cooking is too good for you to not enjoy eagerly. Before too long you're hand in hand again, heading outside to the rental car that you picked up from the airport. "There's a shopping mall we can go to," you tell him, checking your phone for men's apparel stores in Inverness. Thank god for Google. "It's...malls are indoor markets with permanent merchant stalls. The stores are there every day, for anyone to shop at. They're a little bright, and pretty loud, though. So if it's overwhelming for you, we can go somewhere else." The noise of the future is definitely a difference that you noticed when you came home, never having known anything different before you went to his time.

Pero eyes the car, noticing that it is different from the one he had been in yesterday. “We will…it is the same as other caaaars, sí? It is faster than an arrow?”

"Yes." You nod slightly, but squeeze his hand and try not to laugh. It is completely reasonable for him to be wary of cars. "But I am a better driver than Sarah. I promise you will be safe with me."

“Mierda.” Pero huffs, looking at the handle and reaching for it to copy the way he had seen Sarah open it yesterday. “You must think me stupid.” He grumbles quietly, completely out of his element and feeling as if there is so much he does not understand that comes natural for you.

"Not at all." Slipping into the car beside him, you reach for his seatbelt and show him how to situate it comfortably across his chest. "I had to learn an entire way of life as an adult once too, amor. I know it can be difficult. And scary. But I was lucky to have kind friends then, to teach me the things I did not know. I only want to be that for you, if you'll let me."

He realizes you did have to learn how to live in his world and you had thrived there. That, more than anything, makes him smile slightly. He reaches over and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. “Te amo.”

"If you have questions, as I am sure you will, ask them." His kiss to your hand is answered by a chaste but thorough kiss to his lips, and you offer him a reassuring smile. "Te amo, cariño. We will find the way in which you fit into this world. Together.”

This trip is less terrifying than the first. More relaxed simply because it is you that is beside him. The major anxiety of his first trip extinguished by your presence and safety. Cars pass by and houses dot the landscape before you enter the town, making his eyes widen when he sees how large it is compared to the small villages he is used to. “Mierda.” He whispers in awe.

"Inverness is a city now." Knowing that he must have come here at some point if he and the others brought you back to the Stones, you drive through the oldest parts of the city to let him see something that he might recognize the shape of before continuing on to the mall. The large, busy building is imposing from the outside and you park reasonably fair enough from the entrance that you can take your time walking up and give Pero time to adjust to the idea of one of the largest buildings he's ever seen in his life that has nothing to do with royalty or war.

It takes him a moment. So many people, the bustle that has nothing to do with survival taking him aback, he narrows his eyes as he surveys the area. Shaking his head after a moment. “It is so different.” He whispers after a long moment.

"Yes." There's no way to deny that. You both climb out of the car again and you reach for his hand, as much to be a comfort for him as to remind yourself once more than he is actually here. That it isn't a dream. "It is different, but that doesn't make it better or worse. Some things are easier now, but that just means that there are other things to be worried about."

“Everyone moves so fast.” He muses, watching people rush by the two of you. He had thought he moved with purpose in his time, but it seems as though people are running from merchant to merchant. Was there a limited time they could be in the shops?

"Some people say that people could stand to slow down these days." You chuckle a little, linking your fingers through his and guiding him through the walkways of the mall. "I have felt that way myself, since returning."

It is so very different. The light is brighter than the sun and the sounds, different ones challenging his ears to keep up. Pero bristles when someone bumps into him but you are there to calm him down with a stroke to his arm. It’s nearly overwhelming and he can’t seem to keep his eyes from darting around from every movement he sees.

The first men's clothing store that doesn't seem to favor athleticwear is where you steer him, hoping that by limiting the number of directions all the sights and lights and sounds are coming from you can keep Pero from being too overwhelmed. Having explained the concept of trying on clothes and using dressing rooms to him in the car, you're hoping this will go somewhat smoothly.

If he is honest with himself, Pero hadn’t believed you about the ready made clothes. Jaw dropping when you pull him into the store and he sees racks upon racks of clothes. All seemingly the same. “¿Qué clase de brujería es esta?” What kind of sorcery is this? Pero breaths out, reaching a hand out to run over the button up shirts of multiple colored boxes.

"La magia puede ser divertida. Por eso te casaste con una bruja." Magic can be fun. That is why you married a witch. You tease him, picking out one of the plaid shirts he is touching in a size you think will fit him. It will all be a fresh shopping hell when you're at home dealing with American sizes, but he just needs a few days' worth of clothes in order to get there.

“It is wealth that I’ve never imagined.” He admits, craning his neck to see all the fabric, much of it unfamiliar. “What would you have me wear?”

"I would have you be comfortable." Although you know that for him comfort is a very different thing, it is an honest answer. Summer means that there are t-shirts and polos in dozens of different designs, short-sleeved button-down shirts, and even some long sleeved things in soft cotton and linen. Shorts, jeans, and more linen options for pants hang along one wall. "Why don't we try on a few things in different fabrics and sizes, so we can find what will be the most comfortable for you?"

“Whatever you want, Sassenach.” This is your time and he will follow your lead, although his eyes drift over to a purple hued shirt. Only wealthy lords could afford brightly colored cloth. The darker squares made it appealing and he looks to you for approval.

"You like this one." It isn't even a question, you can see the way his eyes light up at the purple plaid cotton button down. Seeing him get excited about something as relatively simple as a shirt makes you feel just a little more relaxed and assured about this whole trip, and you take one off the rack that you think will fit him, plus a size larger because he's built so broadly. "I like it, too."

“You do?” He’s almost shy about it; never giving much thought to clothes because they were a necessity rather than an indulgence, but this is the definition of luxury. “Then we will get it.”

"Does anything else catch your eye?" There are other purple shirts, other plaids, and other soft materials to be had, and you wonder which things he will gravitate toward.

Pero frowns slightly and looks down at the shirt he is wearing and the points at the shirt that is on a rack. A Henley. “That is different from this.” He comments. “I will try that?”

"Sure. You can try that." You're sure you've done a damn poor job of hiding how excited you are at the prospect of Pero trying on anything that will cling to him, but it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters to you is that he leaves here with things that he likes and doesn't mind wearing. The fact that you get to play dress-up with your soulmate is a fringe benefit.

Pero doesn’t miss your happiness as he starts to shift through things. Rejecting some outright and agreeing to others until there is too much. “Amor, I have one ass.” He huffs. “I cannot wear all this.”

“People have more than two or three sets of clothing now, amor de mi vida. This is just so you can try them on and we can find your size.” The employee who takes the small stack of pants and hangers from you seems nonplussed about the fact that you obviously intend to go into the dressing room with Pero, and does not stop you from disappearing behind the closed door with him. The little stall is barely big enough for two to stand in, but you can sit and mind your business in the corner easily enough.

“Truly?” He shakes his head and looks at the pile of clothes. “Now I just put them on? To fit them like armor?”

“I’ll keep everything organized for you.” The purple shirt he loved is the first thing you hand him, and a pair of gray pants that are stretchier and softer than denim despite probably being made of a nearly identical fabric.

He notices you watching as he undresses and smirks at you. “See something you like, amor?”

“Always.” And who are you to deny it? That would be downright untrue. “But it is rude to use a dressing room as a place for pleasure simply because I see something I like very much.”

“Hmph.” Pero frowns but he doesn’t argue with you, knowing that you might have different rules for propriety than in his time. Even then you are his wife and not some common wench he paid for the pleasure of her body.

“We’re not animals, mi amor. We can wait until we get back to the hotel to have another tumble.” Though the frown on his face does make you laugh, knowing that if it weren’t for public decency laws, you would gladly just have each other right here on the dressing room bench.

Pero narrows his eyes at you playfully. “I know that.” He grumps at you. “It is my cock that does not listen. It is bewitched by you.”

“Sshhh!” You nearly burst out laughing, forgetting momentarily how matter of fact he can be. “It is also not polite to talk about sex quite so loudly in public.” Of course, it never was, but Pero has never cared. You just don’t want him to have a cross sales clerk to deal with when he is trying to learn a whole new society. Pero smirks at you and lifts a brow, about to say something else but he doesn’t want to embarrass you. Instead he just winks at you and starts to strip his pants off.

The purple shirt fits him almost perfectly, though nothing can offset the way his shoulders make him larger than life. The pants take a few tries to get right, however, since years as a warrior has given him a trim waist and a preference for clothing that he can move in. You’ll have to explain later the magic of things like simple sweatpants. “What do you think?” You ask him, nodding to the mirror after the third pair of pants. These hug his ass so well that he actually has one in them and you’re prepared to say a prayer of thanks to the fast fashion gods for it.

“Do you like it?” For him, that’s all that matters. He doesn’t want to shame you, since it is obvious that the two of you are soulmates. “Does it– do I look like a man from your time?” That is his biggest worry, that people will know that he doesn’t belong here, belong with you.

“Yes, amor. You certainly do.” There’s room enough for you to stand next to him, and you slip out of your seat to put your arms around him and squeeze gently. “I want to try to give you the best chance at a normal life here that I can. If you hate this clothing and want to wear something else there are lots of options, I promise. I will always find you handsome no matter what.”

“This is comfortable.” He admits, moving around as much as the small space would allow. “I just want to make sure you like it. I could be bare assed and not care.”

"That would certainly attract you some extra attention." You snort at the mental image, just thinking of how many people would end up staring at the well-endowed and well-built Spaniard.

“What now?” He starts to drag the clothes off again and put the original clothes on, not sure what was next for you.

"Do you want to try on the other shirts?" He had found a few different styles and you definitely don't object to watching him try on clothes. "Then we can see about finding you some shoes? And maybe..." You bite your lip, not because he is shirtless - although that's a good reason - but because you're almost afraid to ask. "Maybe you can tell me...about Arwena and Briac? Whatever you know, anyway?"

He hadn’t mentioned them because he did not want you to feel bad, but now that you have brought it up he is happy to talk about them. “I have letters, from Wena.” He tells you with a grin, reaching for the other shirts to try on. “A stack of them. She was writing you almost one a day.”

"Where did you go?" What you really want to ask is what the hell happened when you got sick, but the dressing room in the Eastgate Shopping Centre Fatface is not the place for what you have a feeling is going to be a serious conversation. Much better to keep it light, if you can. At least for now.

“After you…disappeared, we traveled to Skye to seek out the mysteries of the Stones from Father Malcolm’s clan.” Pero explains, remembering how unresponsive he had been while traveling to you.

"You met Grandmother Ede?" Remembering the old woman brings a smile to your lips, although you might be smiling a little bit more right now watching Pero fight his way into the tight Henley shirt he picked out. "Did...Malcolm go with you? From Gretna? I-I don't remember much after the morning after our wedding."

“Yes.” You wouldn’t have remembered anything. Pero turns and sighs softly, knowing that you would have wanted to exact your revenge yourself. “Your monster, your dragon, was slain outside the stables in Gretna. And Wena– she took out the bastard that hurt her. The Father came with us to the Stones to return you and keep us safe from questions.”

"Who did it?" As quiet as the question is, and as probably inappropriate as the timing is, you need to know. If Wena had slain her own dragon then you only actually need one guess to know who slayed yours - but you want to hear it from him.

“I made sure that I repaid him for your injuries, for the injuries he had visited upon other women.” Pero murmurs, his eyes flashing with satisfaction of the blood he had spilt on his hands. It had been the last man he had killed so far and if that was the end, he would be content with it. “He knew terror before he drew his last breath.”

"Mi guerrero." My warrior. It's probably not something other people would be proud of, to know that their soulmates had spilled blood in their name. But considering what was done to you? Standing again, your arms find his waist easily and your face tucks into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of your soap and new clothing along with the scent that is only his. "Gracias, mi amor. I...I do not know if I could have done it myself."

“You could have.” Pero has no doubt of your strength, he knows you would have done it if only to spare any other from suffering your fate or worse at his hands. Still, he preens slightly under your praise and hums softly at the feeling of you in his arms. “I only did it because you were too sick to conjure your flames.”

"So Wena had to confront her father after all?" The thought stung and festered over the months – wondering what had become of all the people you had left behind. Even when the answers are unpleasant, it is still good to have them. Knowing Arwena was strong enough to face her father and her attacker and still move forward completely validates all of your belief in her.

“She was amazing, amor.” Pero murmurs, knowing that you would be proud. “Her handling of that shit stain who claimed to be her betrothed was magnificent. Briac was proud of her, even if he itched to kill the bastard himself. And she did it while carrying the babe.”

“She was already pregnant?” You look up at him with wide eyes, although you’re not sure why you’re so surprised. The road from Brittany to Scotland hadn’t exactly afforded anyone a great deal of privacy. So much so that you had all joked about it at length.

“Yes.” Pero smiles, remembering her pregnancy fondly. Even if she had complained about the travel and the upsets of having a babe growing inside her. “You are an abuela. A perfect little boy.”

“It is…more than that, I think.” Your thoughts redirect instantly to the grimoire, sitting safely under lock and key in your apartment. The list of names in the back cover begins with you - something that makes sense if it is contributors, but also if it is family. And if Pero is calling you an abuela, then they certainly still considered you family. “I was going to tell you tonight…the whole story.”

“You should read her letters. I was there when she gave birth. She– they named their son after me.” He whispers, a proud smile on his face. “They took Tovar as their name as well.”

“You kept our family safe.” It’s just a whisper back to him, but you tighten your arms around him and hold on, for the first time feeling absolutely grateful that the Stones hadn’t allowed him to follow you immediately. He was needed. He was needed in that time and place, to make sure that Arwena and Briac and their little boy were safe. To make sure that you…that your family line would truly begin. “I need to tell you something, amor.”

Pero frowns, worry making the creases of his eyes more prominent than they normally are. “What is wrong?” He asks, fearing that you might have learned something horrible about the time after he left.

“Some months ago, Beth and I were cleaning…” Beth was cleaning, you were resting, but that is beside the point. “And we discovered a box from my own abuela. Some belongings of hers that she meant to pass on to me before she died.” Your fingers twist in the Henley he is wearing and you know you’ll be buying it for him regardless of the fit, just because it has already been stretched. “Wena’s book was among them.”

Pero frowns and shakes his head. “I do not understand. She had the book. She would write in it and read your writings all the time.” He huffs. “How do you have it?”

“I did not understand either,” you admit, urging him to sit with you and lowering your voice a little. “But the back of the book…there is a list of people who contributed to it over the centuries. M-my name is there. Right at the top…and the most recent…is my abuela.”

He frowns again, biting his lip. “They were happy when I left. Little Perito was growing like a weed and Arwena was already speaking of having another child.”

“Yes.” When you nod again, you take both of his large hands in your smaller ones. “And I believe that that family…it is possible that I am their progeny.” And the beauty and oddity of it always manages to bring a tear to your eye, if you’re honest, making you shrug at how impossible it seems. “I believe that Arwena and Briac may be my ancestors.”

It takes him a moment to really grasp what that means and when he does, his hands tighten on yours. “You– mierda, their kin?” He huffs, nearly blown away, although all he can think is that your magic made it possible. Without you there, Arwena might never have been strong enough to save herself.

“I think so.” Leaning into his side of such a relief. To be able to discuss this with someone who holds the same affection for the younger couple is a weight lifted off your shoulders. “I have no way of proving it, of course, but I will show you the book when we go home. It is a miracle that it has lasted.”

“She was talking about a way to preserve the book.” He murmurs. “To pass it down to her children like you did for her.”

"It seems to have worked." And for a spell like that to have lasted for a thousand years? Arwena must have become a far more powerful witch than either you or her had ever thought.

“Amor…”Pero looks over at you. “Do you believe you were supposed to go back? To find her and me?”

"I have believed for a long time that I was meant to go back in order to find you." It feels like a large thing to admit - almost a confession - but you know that Pero can appreciate a little better now the enormity of finding yourself in an entirely new life. How difficult and scary it can be. How thinking that you are there with a purpose can be such a relief. "I've thought that since the day you came to my doorstep. But now? I don't know. It seems...foolish to think that any of it happened by accident."

“Too much of a pattern to be an accident.” Pero wraps his arms around you and sighs softly. “They wish us to return, if you wish to.” He confesses, knowing you would be upset at him if he had not been truthful with you.

"Do you want that?" Tilting your head back, you manage to leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth and try to read the expression on his face. If he wants to try to go back, you will. You just have no idea if it will work. Or if the Stones would even send you back to the same time if it did.

His frown is conflicted but then he blinks and shakes his head. “No.” He growls softly. “I– I cannot risk losing you again.” He had nearly lost you forever and just the idea of you vanishing and him remaining or him returning without you is enough to make his heart start to hammer in his chest. “I– will not survive it.”

“I can’t lose you again, either.” Burying your face in his chest hides the frown on your lips, knowing that he probably would be happier in his own time. But you respect him enough to let him make his own decision, and you love him enough to be grateful that his choice is you. “I promise I will do everything I can to make you happy here, cariño. I swear. On our family.”

“I don’t care where I live.” Pero promises you, pulling back so he can cup your cheek, his thumb brushing the base of your scar. “As long as you are with me, I am happy. You are my home.”

******

After trying on more shoes than a bride with an unlimited budget and finding an old fashioned sweets shop to introduce Pero to the wonder of modern candy, you had walked around the mall a little while longer. His curiosity generally overcame his discomfort, especially when he would get the odd compliment or smile from a stranger than thought he looked quite good in his short-sleeved Henley, jeans, and Doc Martens. You had just giggled, told him you completely agreed that he looks good, and taken him for his very first ice cream before heading back out to the car.

“We can eat that every day?” Pero asks again, licking his fingers even though there is no more of the sweet ice cream left on his skin. “Different kinds? There were so many at that merchant.”

“We can buy it in containers from the market and bring it home any time we like,” you giggle, delighted with how enraptured Pero has been with the easy delights of the modern age. He was very literally like a kid in that candy store earlier, and you know you’ll have to stop him from overdoing his sugar intake and ending up sick.

“I want to try every one of them.” He insists, practically smacking his lips in anticipation. “But they must go in that big steel box, sí?”

"Yes." When you reach the rental car, you unlock the doors and set the half-dozen bags from your bag into the backseat. "But we have one of those - they're called freezers - at the apartment. I think I might even have an ice cream maker in the cupboard somewhere. We can try making our own, if you want."

“There is so much to your time.” Pero shakes his head, nearly unable to believe that he is not in some fantastic dream. “I don’t know how you experience it all.”

"You don't." Shrugging slightly, you open the car's passenger door for him before going around the car and letting yourself into the driver's side. "There are countless things that I have never done. But that's okay. I just make sure not to waste time doing things I don't like unless I have to."

He contemplates that silently as you turn on the car and pull out of the parking spot to go back to the inn. “I wonder if the Wall is still there.” He murmurs softly, looking out the window. “I would like to see it again. It was magical, bruja.” He looks over and tosses you a grin. “So high you will not believe. It is bigger than anything else in the world, I am sure of it.”

"You're right." In some ways, at least. "The Wall is one of the great wonders of the world. Most of it is still standing, and people visit it in droves every year." You glance over at him at a traffic light, loving the look of excitement on his face. "We could go, one day. If you wanted to. China is very different now than it once was, but we could definitely go and visit the Wall."

“Have you ever been?” He feels like you would have spoken about it after revealing the truth about where you came from, but maybe you had thought to spare his feelings.

"No," you shake your head as you turn back to the traffic, making sure to drive safely and not too fast so he isn't uncomfortable. "I haven't. I had never even left my country until I came to Scotland to see the Stones."

Pero snorts, smirking slightly at how that had turned out for you. “What ‘countries’ would you say you have visited now? Is Spain still there?”

"Spain is certainly still there." Rolling your eyes slightly is just good humor, but it makes him laugh and that was your only goal. "I had always wanted to see it even before I met you. The city I live in was founded by Spanish settlers. Adventurers. A very long time ago, but not as long ago as your time."

He grunts, slightly proud of his Spanish brethren for traveling across the large ocean you told him separated your land from Spain. Especially since the end of the world was that way. “Good.” He shuffles slightly, a little motion sick from how fast the car was going. “I will take you there one day. When you want to see where I settled Wena and Briac.”

"Was it your homestead?" That had been the plan, after all, but anything could have happened to prevent them from actually making it to his village in Valencia.

“It was.” Pero closes his eyes, smiling slightly as he remembers the home he had only left a month ago but was now a thousand years in the past. “The house was empty, still standing. Wena birthed our nieto in the same bed I was born in.”

"How old was he when you left?" It must have broken his heart to leave that small family behind, knowing how close they had all become. Knowing that he had actually been an abuelo to little Pero and that he must have helped Briac fix up the farmhouse that he was raised in.

“Little Perito was four months old when I left.” It’s strange to think that he is now dead and his bones are dust in the earth. He had lived a full life and most likely had a family since you are thinking you come from their line. “They were happy there. Father Malcolm settled there too, at the church.”

"Malcolm went with you?" Somehow you had imagined that he might have stayed behind in Skye with his clan. Or perhaps you had only thought that because you had wanted to think it would have made him happy.

“He did.” Pero nods. “It was good, to have a man of the cloth take up for Wena. To settle people if rumors were to start.”

"It sounds like you were happy." And like you would have been, too, if you had managed to make it there with them. It might have been even happier than you had been in the cottage in Brittany because you didn't have to fear the village turning against you. Pero is right - having a man of the cloth to stand by Arwena's goodness could only have helped.

“There was something, or someone, missing.” Pero reaches over and squeezes your knee. “Your presence was missed every second.”

“I missed you all so much.” Your hand over his is a warmth and a comfort, and you steer the car down the main road easily with your other hand. “I think yesterday was the first day I didn’t cry for missing you all, and it was because you called me so early in the day that I hadn’t had the chance yet.”

“We are together now.” Pero rumbles, pleased that you had missed him as much as he had missed you, although he hates to hear that you cried. “Nothing will tear us apart.”

"I'm afraid we'll have to be married again." Not that it's a thing you're afraid of, per se, but it's something that you had gone over and over again in your mind since waking up in the hospital. If Pero ever made it through and if he wanted to stay, it's something you would have to take care of. "I don't think modern governments are in the habit of honoring thousand-year-old vows."

“I will marry you a thousand times, if that is what it takes.” He doesn’t care what he has to do, even if it's to kill someone. As long as you are happy and he is with you, that is all that matters. He will find a way to provide for you. He’s made arrangements that hopefully would have survived a thousand years.

******

The inn is bustling when you return, filled with new arrivals checking in that all look like they’re part of one big party. You and Pero slip through the lobby with your bags with just a wave and a shout from Sarah to make sure you come down for dinner later.

Pero follows you up to the room, comfortable enough here but there were a lot of people down there. He feels exposed without his dagger on him and he hates it.

“We can hide up here until the crowd dies down.” You offer, setting his bags down at the foot of the bed. “Did you have fun today, amor?”

“It is different.” Pero admits, still blown away by the casual luxury that is available in this time. “I just feel…naked without a dagger.” He admits. “There must be some weapon I can carry.”

“We can find you something.” Not being terribly well versed in concealed carry laws, you tilt your head and think for a second before a possible solution comes to mind. “There are things called pocket knives now. Blades that fold into their holster to be carried in your pants pocket. How does that sound?”

His eyes narrow, imagining how a blade could fold. “Fantastic.” He mutters to himself before he nods eagerly. “I must see this ‘pocket knife’ and have one.” He tells you with a satisfied look.

The flash of excitement in his eyes makes you laugh, and you pull him down on the bed next to you to put your arms around him. “We’ll get you one when we get back to Florida. You’ll have lots of options.”

That makes him feel better, grumbling slightly at your amusement at him. “I carry weapons.” He huffs at you, his own arms wrapping around you and he pulls you closer as he flops down onto the marvelously comfortable bed.

“And if you would like to continue carrying weapons, I understand.” After all, he had spent almost his entire life with a sword on his hip. “Maybe I can ask my friend if her soulmate’s security company needs an extra pair of hands?” It had crossed your mind, obviously, but if Pero wanted to continue to be a warrior in this time - if that is what makes him most comfortable and fulfilled - you would gladly talk to Beth and William.

“Like guards?” Pero frowns. “People still need hired swords in this time?” He was familiar with the work, sometimes being hired by a lord to guard his home from his enemies. It was the easiest of the work he had done.

“Will’s company mostly works for businesses. They provide private security for companies rather than people.” Lying in bed with him has always been the most comfortable place to be, and you nuzzle into his side so easily. “I don’t really know the ins and outs of it, but…he knows all about you. I’m sure if you wanted to talk to him about it, he would be happy to.”

“It will be good to earn coins to help you.” Pero acknowledges, surprised when you had told him that the bartering for skins or game was nearly completely dead in your time and coin was how you bought everything. It worried him, because in his time, coin was the hardest thing to come by and he wanted to contribute. To not be a burden.

"We will find you something that you enjoy." The last thing you want is for him to settle down with you in this time only to end up regretting the choice because twenty-first century American grind work culture makes him miserable. Shit - it already makes you miserable, he shouldn't have to be, too.

“Enjoy?” Pero chuckles and looks up at the ceiling again. “Bruja, the differences between your time and mine are vast.” His hand rubs up and down your back, sliding underneath your shirt so he can touch your skin. “We do not do things we enjoy, we do things to survive. My joy comes from being with my soulmate.”

"I love you, too." His hand on your back is steadying. Comforting in a way that lets you just shut your eyes for a second before looking up at him again. "But I already have a job that I hate that makes plenty of money. If we can find you something that you don't hate, I would love that for you. That's all."

Pero frowns, not happy with your comment. “Then I will learn your world and make sure that I can provide for you. So you can leave what you hate and go back to what you love.” You had loved your potions and herbs, healing people. He will make that happen for you.

"I can't ask you to do that." Especially since you don't actually know what path you would take if you could start over. Healing had been rewarding, but modern medicine is very different. Cooking is fun but not a career path you had ever been interested in. And your college English degree practically has dust on it by now. Your main hobby had been photography but that is a tough as nails path to take. "As long as we're together, everything will be fine."

Pero grunts, the idea that had been forming in his head one that he will need to ponder on before he talks to you about it. Learning your world will be daunting enough but he learned magic to be here and he was going to put in the effort.

******

It's a few hours later, after wandering hands turn into slow lovemaking, you and Pero get dressed again and wander down to find out what Hadley has made for dinner. The large party that checked it early seems to be a wedding party that is trickling out for the night, maybe out for bachelor and bachelorette parties or else out for a large dinner, and Sarah looks relieved to see them go when she flashes you both a smile from behind the front desk.

“It always smells good down here.” Pero tells you, sniffing the air and his mouth waters at whatever Hadley has prepared for dinner. The food tastes so different but he is overwhelmed. Especially when you had shown him a selection of cheeses.

"Smells like garlic and duck." You could practically float downstairs, following the scent of cassoulet into the kitchen where Hadley is just beginning to scoop out four bowls of the gorgeous provencal stew while Sarah cuts slices of fresh baguette to pile into a basket accompanied by herb goat cheese and honey. "We thought we could all eat together tonight," Sarah offers, smiling when you and Pero walk into the room hand in hand.

“Do you not eat with your guests often?” Pero asks, tilting his head curiously. He would think that the honor of the lord's table was still granted to those visiting, although it might be a separate area, according to rank.

“When the place is full up it can be hard,” Sarah admits. The tray of bread and toppings gets drinking glasses and flatware added to it, and lately a large decanter of wine. “But…we had something we wanted to surprise you with tonight.”

That has his interest and apparently yours from the way that you tilt your head curiously. Pero focuses on the wine and smirks, wondering if it is as good as his time.

“Dinner isn’t surprise enough?” They’ve already done so much for you, in the support they’ve given you over the last six months and the way they took Pero in yesterday without hesitation, you don’t know what else they could possibly do.

“A’course not.” Hadley huffs, rolling her eyes like there isn’t a Nutella soufflé in the oven for dessert. “Sit an’ eat, an’ we’ll tell ya.” You don’t have to be told twice, helping Sarah set the little kitchen table for the four of you as Hadley sets out full bowls of fragrant, delicious cassoulet. Sarah pours out the wine and dinner is served as easily as that, but the younger of the two women is obviously a little eager. Or else nervous. “I’ve had a call with my auntie earlier today,” she starts, looking at you with a meaningful glance. “Sarah’s tía went through the Stones to 1692,” you tell Pero. “She stayed a few months before coming back.”

Pero shakes his head, eyes wide. “Did–did she go back? Or did someone come with her?” He asks, wondering about others that might have come through and been out of their own time.

“Auntie never spoke of anyone special from her travels.” Sarah shakes her head, wishing she could tell him otherwise. “But she spoke of another traveler that she had known…a woman whose story she took down for the archives…and that the most difficult thing she encountered was not having papers.” Papers. Your face falls noticeably, realizing that even though you had to grab your driver’s license and your passport in order to get to him, you had forgotten that he would need those things too.

“Only lords have papers.” Pero huffs, shaking his head. His name might be recorded in the church when he had been baptized as a baby, but his parents couldn’t read, or write, so there was no family history other than the stories his had been told. Nobility was the only class that matters as far as proving you are who you say you are.

"Not anymore." You glance at Pero beside you, already setting your fork back down in your bowl and trying to figure out how the fuck to deal with this road block. "Everyone has them now."

"We dinna bring it up to make ye sad." Hadley assures you both, nudging her wife. "No one cleverer than a MacLeod woman when ye find yerself in a bind."

Even Pero can see the problem with needing papers. He frowns slightly and his fork stops halfway between the bowl and his lips. “Shit.” He hisses under his breath.

"Luckily for you both, I have a slightly checkered past that comes with excellent connections." It really isn't something she would otherwise be proud of, but right now it's something that is so incredibly important. "In two days Pero will have a Spanish passport that even the king wouldn't see a problem with."

Pero has no clue what a passport is, but you slump down in relief makes him believe that it is important.

"Two days?" You nod, swallowing your fear and leaning slightly on Pero's arm beside you. "We can do that. I–I don't care what it costs. Whatever you had to promise, it's worth it."

Sarah snorts and shakes her head. “Cashed in some favors.” She assures you. “We just need to add photos to them. Also have a birth certificate and Visa for him so you can start getting him documents in the States.”

"I don't even want to know how you managed all of that." You're clutching Pero's hand for dear life at the table, feeling like you could burst with appreciation and gratitude for everything that Sarah and Hadley have done. "I–I can't possibly say how grateful I am. You've done so much for us."

“MacLeod.” Pero rocks his jaw, thinking back about the brief time that he had spent on the Isle of Skye and the conversations he had with Father Malcolm during the year that he had spent learning the magic he needed to get back to you. “You’re kin to the old woman who told me her theory of the Stones.”

"My family has collected the stories of people who traveled through the Stones for hundreds of years." As everyone starts to slowly pick up their forks again, Sarah sits up a little straighter with familial pride. "Did you...in your travels, did you encounter Clan MacLeod?"

"Oh my god..." you look to Pero in shock, realizing that you never connected the dots before now. "Malcolm was a MacLeod."

Pero nods, and gives a small smile. "The old woman...." He grumbles in admiration. "Do you have a story of a Spaniard coming to ask how to get through the Stones?" He asks Sarah.

"I...think so?" There are a lot of stories, as unbelievable as that seems, and Sarah takes some time to roll back through all the stories she's read since she started taking an interest in the Stones as a teenager. "I remember a story about a man who wanted to follow his wife through the Stones? He was with his children and...a priest? A cousin? I can't remember now, it's been a long time since I read it." She puts her wine glass down, looking at him in utter fascination. "Was that you?"

"It was." Pero closes his eyes and reaches for your hand. "If it– if she had told me there was no hope, I was planning on settling Wena and Braic and then..." He swallows, voice breaking slightly. "Make sure I fell on my sword."

If anything in the world could make you lose your appetite, it's the idea that Pero had been ready to refuse to live without you. Your fork is down again instantly, letting you cover his hand that you are holding with both of yours and squeeze it tight in your grip. "I was going to come back to you, if you didn't come through," you promise him, feeling the lump in your throat stick and pull at your heart. "I'm still taking medicine for the infection that almost killed me, b-but when it was done...I was going to go back through the Stones. To find you again."

"It doesn't matter now." He sees the panic in your eye, the horror in the tilt of your brow and he doesn't want you to worry. He lifts both of your hands up to his lips and kisses the back of them. "I am here with you, where I belong." Pero is not a sentimental man, or at least he pretends not to be, but his soulmate brings it out of him.

"So what will you do with a few more days of vacation?" Sarah asks, wanting to lighten the mood a little and help the unique couple feel a little happiness and positivity for their new start.

"What is this vacation people keep talking about?" Pero frowns in confusion, never hearing the word before this time. "Tell me about it."

"It's what we call the time when we aren't working." You explain, not letting go of his hand but understanding that crushing his finger bones isn't going to help anybody. "The time that you spent in the cottage? Your winter months where you didn't sell your sword? We would call that a vacation now. Although most vacations are when you just go away to have fun somewhere. Like a honeymoon, for instance."

“Honeymoon?” Pero remembers you using that word when you had married but he had been too busy making you his wife to care. The idea of a vacation is logical when you explain it. “I see, so most vacation when the weather is bad in their area.”

"A honeymoon is a vacation for a newly married couple. A time when they can be alone after the chaos of planning their wedding and just spend their first times as husband and wife as a pair." It was a time that was rudely interrupted for the two of you but also for Arwena and Briac, when you got sick. "And...yes, actually. Like people who live in a very cold place will often go somewhere warm for vacation. Or people who live in hot or rainy places might go to a place with lots of beautiful snow in winter to enjoy that difference."

Accepting that, Pero grunts and lets go of your hand to pick up his fork again. The food has cooled down but he doubts it will affect the taste. “So I should give you a honeymoon when we remarry.” He decides, smirking slightly at the idea.

"Where would you want to go?" Watching Pero pick up nuances of modern life more quickly than he thinks he will is equal parts amusing and endearing. He's so much more clever than he thinks he is and it's wonderful to see. "To the Wall? Back to Brittany or Valencia? Or someplace new?"

“I do not know.” He gives a small shrug of his shoulders, although his face is smug. “Somewhere you wear as little clothes as possible.” He winks and leers slightly at you, ignoring the manners that would say that he shouldn’t say such things in front of Sarah and Hadley.

For their part, the other couple burst into snickers, completely amused by the way your shoulders shrink just a little bit in embarrassment but without any shame. "We went on a cruise," Sarah offers, beaming happily at her wife. "To the Caribbean. Jamaica was gorgeous."

Pero frowns again, unused to the words she is using, but your eyes widen slightly. You like the idea, obviously. “Then we will go on this.” He nods. “A cruise.”

"A cruise is a ship," you explain, amused that Pero has simply jumped on board with the idea without knowing what all of it is. "You told me you hated to travel by boat, mi amor." Shaking your head, you take a sip of your wine and pull out your phone to Google Caribbean vacation photos. "If you want to go to the islands...they are very hot places with beaches where people swim and drink and bathe in the sun. And women wear things like this," you turn your phone screen to show him a picture of a beach covered in women in bikinis and men in various versions of bathing suits.

Pero’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. He’s seen flesh, but often whores would not undress. You had been the woman he was most used to seeing. “They– in public? And they are not…selling their wares?” He leans in and whispers the last part, a flush running up his neck and over his cheeks.

"Maybe some of them." You shrug, loving the look of shock on the gruff Spaniard's face. "But that has nothing to do with what they wear. Women have more freedom to dress as they please in this time."

“Do you own these?” He jumps on the question immediately, eyes darkening at the thought.

It would be easy to mistake the question if you did not know Pero as well as you do, but your lips quirk into a smirk at his very direct and very intense interest in bikinis. "Yes," you tell him simply, trying not to laugh. "Two of them."

The noise he makes would be mistaken for disapproval if it weren’t for the fact that he is nearly devouring you with his eyes. His cock twitches violently and his fingers tighten around his fork so tightly, he’s surprised he didn’t bend the metal. “You will show me.”

Sarah and Hadley can't help themselves, they burst out in giggles politely hidden behind their wine glasses. Their laughter takes you with it, and you smother it in pressing an earnest kiss to his lips. "I promise, amor. Florida is very warm and I like to go to the beach."

“If that is what you wear, I will like this Florida. But I will cut off the man’s hand who touches you.” He vows, suddenly stern when he realizes other men would want you.

"I don't think anyone would dare come near me with you glowering at them like that." Lord knows you wouldn't, if you were on the outside of the situation.

“Good.” His growl is softened by the absolute smugness of your assessment. “I will be eager to see you walk around in such things.”

"I'm sure you will," Sarah smirks. "Maybe tomorrow you should have your soulmate show you what lingerie is."

Again, another word that Pero doesn’t understand but he is smart enough to know it must have something to do with the scandalous outfits that you are talking about now. Pero bobbles his head immediately and turns his eyes on you. “You must teach me, bruja. Your time is very freeing. I must know about this lingerie.”

“I’ll take you shopping again tomorrow.” You promise him, shaking your head a little in amusement at his sheer enthusiasm. It is going to be extremely fun to teach Pero about some parts of the modern world. “This time we’ll pick out a few things for me, instead.”

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Hunter - Dirty Little Thief 17 - I Missed You

X FEM! Reader FF

Warnings: Angsty/Strongly Suggestive/Sexual Content/Fluff/Quickie With Hunter/18+

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For the first time, Hunter and you have a moment to yourselves, to 'talk' and come closer again, to find out where you guys stand after this long time of separation.

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What Happened Before:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

Part 7 - Keep It Together

Part 8 - Give Me More

Part 9 - Don’t You Dare

Part 10 - Hurt

Part 11 - Say You Won’t Miss Me

Part 12 - Still A Dirty Little Thief

Part 13 – In The Shadows

Part 14 - Burning Bridges

Part 15 – Under A Red Sun

Part 16 – See You Again

Part 17 - Reunion

"There's nothing to worry about," Tech said matter-of-factly.

You muttered, "It's usually not a good sign when he says those words. Last time, the hyperdrive went out in mid-jump, and we were drifting through space with no thrusters for almost 12 hours."

Tech gave you a look with raised eyebrows, but before he could say anything, the sergeant intervened.

Hunter sighed, "Then why did the proximity alarm go off, Tech?"

"A simple malfunction," Tech said lightly.

"Are you sure?" inquired Hunter.

"Ninety-nine percent."

You frowned and asked, "What about the other 1%?"

Tech shook his head.

"Irrelevant."

You shrugged as Hunter's gaze met yours.

"I guess some things never change" you said with a wry smile.

Hunter smirks and agrees with you, nodding, "Sometimes that's just as well."

A jolt went through the ship that nearly knocked you off your feet. Hunter got a grip on the back of the pilot's seat with one hand and your arm with the other. He pulled you toward him and held you tight.

"Are you okay?"

You laugh softly, "Hunter, I didn't even fall."

You've been gone so long that he took every opportunity to be close to you, and he was much more concerned about your well-being than before.

Crosshair coming into the cockpit rolled his eyes and looking through his sergeant, he said, "You really don't miss an opportunity. Get a room."

Hunter cleared his throat, reluctantly letting go of you, and turned to Tech.

"We fell out of hyperspace again?" he asked dryly.

You added just as dryly, "Was that the irrelevant one percent, Tech?"

Tech adjusted his goggles with his index finger and said matter-of-factly, "Well, the answer to both questions is yes."

You asked nervously, "But we're not adrift in space without propulsion again, are we?"

Tech shook his head.

"No, all thrusters and navigation systems are working fine. Only the hyperdrive is hiccuping, so to speak. I suspect that the spare part we acquired on Tattooine was, as I expected, of poor quality and burned out."

Hunter sighed and asked, "Where exactly are we? Any planet nearby we can land on and make repairs?"

Tech replied, "We are in the vicinity of a moon we could land on. Low population, small settlements, probably farmers, no industry. We probably won't get any spare parts. However, it's also very unlikely the Empire will show up here."

Crosshair asked critically, "Can we repair the hyperdrive without spare parts?"

Tech enlightened him, "Temporarily, yes, but not permanently, we definitely need replacements as soon as possible, preferably better quality ones than Tattooine's."

"Then get us down to that moon," Hunter said with a sigh, "But secluded, if possible I don't want to attract attention"

Tech worked tirelessly with Echo on the hyperdrive, Crosshair was out scouting the area, and Wrecker helped Echo and Tech with the parts of the repairs that required a little more strength.

You watched the repairs and kept your senses open to the surroundings, exercising what Maul had taught you, your perception in the Force. Sure enough, you sensed something, eyes watching you, curiosity, underlying restlessness, longing.

Without turning around, you said, "How long have you been watching me, Hunter?"

You could feel without looking at him how he tensed. When you turned around, he gave you a crooked smile.

"Not for long," he said evasively.

You smiled at him and stepped closer to him, you can feel it tingling inside him, the anticipation beneath his surface and honestly, you felt the same way.

"We haven't had time to really talk yet," you said softly.

Hunter nodded.

"Well. The repairs will take a while," he noted, "Maybe we should seize the moment now"

"Maybe we should," you agreed with him.

You let him lead you away from the Marauder. On the moon there were many forests, a lot of nature. You looked for a quiet place not too far from the landing site, and you sat down on a rock in the shade of some trees. Hunter stopped in front of you, looked at you. You can't help but smile at him. In a way, you were glad he was as nervous as you were.

He laughed softly and said, "For some time, I kept sniffing one of your shirts that you forgot. However, you were gone for almost two years, the smell eventually faded. It's hard to explain how intensely I perceive your scent now that you're back."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement and said, "Um, sorry?"

Hunter shook his head.

"No, don't be sorry at all. I love that scent, always have. I missed that… I missed you."

More softly and with a shy look, you said, "I missed you too"

"Somehow you're even more beautiful than you were two years ago" he said, stepping closer to you.

His fingers brushed your cheek. What Hunter felt was omnipresent, longing, affection, excitement, arousal.

You nervously took a deep breath and softly said, "Damn, you're really intense."

Startled, he puts his hand down and says, "Sorry, is this going too fast? I mean, I don't know where we stand right now. Let's start over? Pick up where we left off? I'm a little lost."

You nodded.

"I can feel that. But that's not what I meant," you said, taking his hand and gently bringing it back to your cheek, "It's just that since I learned to put out my antennae in the Force, I perceive things differently. I can feel your emotions, your longing, the intensity with which you perceive me."

He leaned closer to you and gently rested his forehead against yours.

"I can't help myself, I've been desperately searching for you all this time, now I finally have you back, and everything inside me is crying out to be close to you" he said softly in a smoky voice.

You closed your eyes and smiled.

"I'm flattered."

He leaned forward further, his hands moving to your hips. You let his pelvis between your thighs. This feeling was so exciting, familiar and yet somehow new. Your heart beat fast and furious, toward his. Being so close to Hunter again was a rush that made your pulse race, tingling under your skin and pulsing to your most intimate regions, giving your heart wings. You have not been as happy as at this moment for a long time.

His forehead detached from yours. Hunter kissed your forehead, over your cheekbones, slowly down your face to your lips. Between each kiss, you felt his hot breath on your skin. Your body was covered from bottom to top with goosebumps. Every feeling was so intense, it was almost overwhelming.

Hunter pushed himself closer to you, between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter. His breathing was heavier. He swallowed as he pulled away from the kiss and said almost in a whisper, "I can barely hold back."

"I know," you said just as softly, "I can feel it."

His hands moved under your tunic, to the belt of your pants, and undid it.

"Please tell me if this is going too fast for you, but tell me now" Hunter murmured, almost hoarse with arousal.

You didn't know if it was reasonable, but you wanted the same thing he did.

"You don't have to slow down."

These were the words he'd needed. Hunter pulled off your pants and panties as fast as he ever had. Your wraparound tunic hung open on your body, your bra he had deftly pulled off your breasts. His hands and lips are everywhere at once, spreading glorious heat throughout your body.

Your fingers were all shaky with excitement as you tried to loosen his codpiece, but Hunter helped you. Your hand wandered curiously over the bulge in his blacks, and you felt his hard, throbbing cock under your hand, almost red-hot.

That was the last drop you needed, your body responding intensely to that feeling of his cock under your hand, albeit separated for the moment by the fabric of his Blacks. There's a flood of impulses in your body, your juices gathering noticeably in your pussy, accompanied by a steady pulse that started with a tingling deep in your stomach.

You looked at him, watching him take deep breaths, his pupils abruptly dilating as he took in your arousal with his senses. Hunter pulled you to your feet and to the patch of grass near the rock, pushing you under him onto your back and his pelvis immediately back between your thighs.

It felt rushed and intense, but you didn't mind, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He hastily pulled his blacks down a bit to free his cock. As you felt his hard length nudge your entrance, the touch sent an expectant tingle through your entire body. As he applied pressure, advancing into you, he swallowed your moans with an intense kiss.

The stretch was perfect, the feeling of him slowly filling you overwhelmingly beautiful. Your legs clung around his hips as he began to move inside you, the friction between you igniting renewed pulses in your pussy. Your mind was open, you felt everything he felt mixed with your own perceptions, a feast of intense arousal, longing, rejoicing.

His lips parted from yours again, he moaned, gasped, every muscle in his wonderful body taut and hard as stone. Hunter quickened, his arms wrapping around you, catching you beneath him, holding you tight. He was gentle with you, but you felt the strength behind it and the spiral of your arousal abruptly shot up even higher, just before the edge.

His name came in a moan over your lips, and you felt what this sound triggered in him. He cursed very softly, almost in a whisper, his thighs trembled, his thrusts became irregular. There it was again, the tingling deep down in your belly, the tension in your abdomen, the pulsing in your center, this time tipping you over the edge into a glorious, intense, long-awaited climax that made your pussy twitch around its pulsing length and swept Hunter along with it. The moan half stuck in his throat as he came with unexpected intensity, pouring into you.

You were sweaty, out of breath, but very satisfied. You looked at each other and grinned. However, the grin faded quite quickly when you heard someone clearing their throat near you.

Somewhere behind the rocks, you heard Echo ask, "Are you done? I really hate to interrupt, but Crosshair called in, we have company coming."

Hunter cursed, "For crying out loud!"

His cock hadn't even softened yet, and trouble was on the way again.

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September 🏋🏽‍♂️ 2024 Monthly - Scorpio

Preshuffle: It was a message - there is nothing you can do about the impulsive, fun, immature-ish? energy in someone else that is otherwise practical & totally stable. It’s part of them. Could be dealing with a fire moon/rising.

Meditation: A crouching tiger 🐅 getting ready to pounce on another crouching tiger, very intense, they both attack and start wrestling all over the place - and the scene/camera pans out to see dozens of other tigers. Google: a pack of tigers is called an “ambush.” The two fighting are siblings.

Main energy: 7 Pentacles

What’s going on in September:

Wheel of Fortune rev, Ace of Pentacles, Justice, The Hermit & 7 Swords

This reading is keeping it 💯 I respect that. Ain’t shit happening this month 😆

7 Pentacles is the energy of having just planted a whole field of something, it’s been watered and cared for, now you’re just waiting for it to grow, and the Desert & Planning oracles with The Hermit…you’re going to be spending some time doing solo activities, catching up on shows and sleep - saving your money seems to be a big part of the reason. I do see an opportunity to have fun with friends/family, but there’s a waiting period for that so maybe someone’s birthday is later in the month.

Wheel of Fortune is rev so you’re coming out of a time of difficult cycles and lessons, you had a lot going on and it was hard to just…chill. Sit. Breathe. You can do that now. Geranium shows you as a flower 🌺 in a brand new squishy pot with lots of room to grow, 7 Pentacles is just a period of waiting to grow, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Treat yo’self. Those of you that are trying to date might go out once but I see you largely throwing in the towel this month. All of the fish are poison ☠️🤣 I’m seeing this 7 Swords card where the boy is carrying 7 fishing poles and I lost it, some of you are on dating apps trying to see what’s out there and throwing them right back when you try. BAD FISH 👎 Some of you may have had a bad experience with a Pisces, that’s the only sign showing up repeatedly. You could’ve had to spend a lot on something legal, parking ticket, child support, public intoxication…etc. or needing to spend money on some kind of repair or necessity has left you checking the couch for quarters (does anyone even do that anymore?) Your reading is cracking me up, some of you are naturally very funny with sarcasm, and have no lack for admirers & potential friends. I do see one around at some point, friend, co-worker, or potential partner idk, they could be just falling off the planet & ghosting. Or you are. Could be a bad fish.

Most of you are putting effort into your own self care, peace of mind, tending to your home, kids, family, etc. Some may even be declining an invitation to celebrate and staying in instead. It’s an energy of “I need to wash my hair.” Do people say that anymore? This reading…7 Swords shows avoidance, you’re avoiding everyone. Could be a parent, a spouse, especially an ex-spouse, or friends/coworkers that want to go to happy hour on a random Friday; you will happily decline and enjoy your peace and quiet at home, thank you, it’s the reunion of some old show you’ve binged watched 100 times 🏡

Side story: you may have cut off someone who was sneaky, deceptive, trying to get away with some shit and there’s been a final decision made to separate from that. You or them. Someone could be waiting on the outcome of a divorce or that could be this month and you’re “celebrating” alone, at a new beginning that’s not all that new because you’ve already planted 7 seeds here, its only a matter of time before your next harvest/bounty - financially, I assume. Most of you are quietly strategizing your next move with Planning Phase & 7 Swords, this is intellectual strategy & focus being shown. Like playing chess ♟️

Signs you may be dealing with:

Pisces, Taurus, Libra & Cancer

Oracle: ✨

32 Struggle 🥴

Struggle is a part of life - so much so that you probably know people who seem to constantly attract one struggle after another into their lives. This is their comfort zone. While struggle is natural, it is natural only so far as it lends itself to learning lessons and overcoming inner personal challenges. Beneath every one of these struggles is the gift of enlightenment. The satisfaction of a lesson learned. Use this knowledge as the light at the end of your dark tunnel. What lesson is this struggle teaching you? Alternately, after a brief setback, this situation will start to right itself.

Carried Away 🥰

Let yourself be caught up in the whirlwind of a romantic moment.

Desert of Isolation 🏜️

Traverse the desolate spaces of solitude to uncover reflections and resilient survival.

Planning Phase 🤔

Take a step back and plan the necessary steps to move forward so you may turn your goals into reality.

We enter into September as:

Geranium 🌺:

“This is another beginning.”

What appears to be an end may not be one after all. Often situations that generate our greatest fears turn into remarkable opportunities. It’s time to let go of the past, and trust that whatever is coming is better than what you’ve known to this point. You are ready to begin again. A new opportunity is coming from a place you don’t expect. There is a regeneration of some kind going on. Whatever you were pulled away from in the past was for the purpose of bringing you to a higher place. It’s time for whatever has been dormant to bloom again. Trust there is a higher plan. This is truly an exciting time.

What is to be learned in September:

Topaz 💛

“If I seek peace, I must embrace my fears.”

Topaz speaks: “To be enlightened is to realize that to gain peace, fear in the heart must be faced.” If Topaz has come to you, he is telling you that it is time to stop talking about what you intend on doing. You must just do it. Things happen for us when we take action, which is the only way to break through what is holding us back. The change that is called for here is surrender, which is an action in itself. No great tasks were ever achieved easily. Remember we do a lot to avoid what we feel will hurt us; you must understand that the pain will recede if you face your fears, allowing you to walk through to the other side. Topaz whispers “Pray for guidance and you will be assisted.” Do not despair, for if Topaz has come to you, relief awaits. By facing your fears, peace and enlightenment will be your reward. That is the gift. All you need to do is ask.

Topaz may be a lucky color 💛

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About the Marine AU

The title is clearly a placeholder until I think of a cool name.

I totally fuck with the timeline for fun but put it back on track about Sky Island / Water 7

There is no Going Merry to fight over fue to them being Marines they have a standarded issued boat that needs repairs. So that is semi changes some of the events.

They still got the gold from Sky Island, and it still gets stolen.

Franky still builds the Sunny, it is just considered Luffy's personal ship and where he has Neon and Franky live because after Enie's Lobby Luffy's fragile trust in the world government is cracking and he wants to prevent anyone from just taking Neon from him again.Sunny.

Also this Sunny has a private Captain's cabin. Franky knew the young couple would need it.

I am trying to avoid too much angst because this is supposed to be a "they get all of the happiness" sort of fic.

*spoilers for future parts not written but in my head*

Yes, there is pregnancy. Neon don't connect the dots well, and goes through Thrillers Bark and the mess of Sabaody while pregnant.

Kuma send her to the RA, where she is confirmed pregnant finally. Her ass still demands to be taken to Marineford to get to Luffy.

Marineford... they get married in the middle of the battlefield. There are drastic changes in Marineford that I am saving.

Neon goes back to the RA when Luffy leaves the Marines, wearing his famous straw hat and becomes a pirate officially. The rest of the crew being loyal as they are, agree.

Rayleigh appears and offers to help train Luffy to be ready for the New World still. So, it still follows the whole disappearance of Luffy and his friends.

*during the time skip*

Neon gets a sort of princess/queen treatment for being Dragon's daughter-in-law and pregnant. She tries to get some training but they tell her no.

So Neon uses a lot of her free time studying and learning what she can.

Robin eventually is saved and meets Neon. Excited to see and hear the news.

*around December*

Neon goes into labor, where a blonde man joins her for her delivery as her support. After baby is born Neon reveals her and Luffy promised if they had a boy they'd name him Sabo.

The blonde man reveals himself to be that Sabo, but it is too late. The papers are filled out. The baby is now also Sabo, which the RA lovingly refers to as Bobo or Baby Sabo.

Robin is Aunt of the year.

Sabo and Dragon fight to hold Bobo all the time when they're not busy.

Once recovered, Neon does get to train.

Neon also has collected every picture of Luffy from the newspaper the RA had archived and is always showing her son pictures of his dad.

*Sabaody Reunion*

Robin and Neon arrive to find Franky tinkering with the Sunny

Franky is surprised to see a toddler but immediately sets out to plan on baby proofing the sunny.

Everyone else arrives and gushes over Sabo.

Luffy arrives, floored that he has a son, but immediately puts on his dad pants and apologizes to Neon for not being there for her and Sabo.

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Aftermath | Chapter 4 | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Female OC | E.M x Karmen Jones

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 Chapter 15.

Chapter Summary: Eddie and Karmen finally reunite after nearly two weeks apart during the events of Season 4.

Story Summary: This story takes place after the canonical events of Season 4. Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down after 'dying' in Dustin's arms. He wakes up again in the hospital and is reunited with his loved ones that he hasn't seen since before Chrissy's death. This story covers Eddie's time in the hospital and overall physical recovery after the Upside Down.

This fic is part of the She Feels Like Home series. It sits between Boxing Day and Drop Out but can be read as a standalone. 

Tags: Reunion, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Comfort, Medical Talk, Injuries, Vomiting, ASD !Eddie, Autistic Eddie, Non-verbal Eddie, Wayne Munson is a gem, Canonical Murder, Canonical Gore/Murder Descriptions, 4 Spoilers

Words: 6112

A/N: This chapter is 3x as long as the others and will probably be the longest chapter in the story. I kept trying to find places to break it up into smaller parts but it just wasn't doing the story justice. Also please do me a favour and ignore the placement of all these wires and tubes I mention. It was literally not important to the story to keep mentioning them getting tangled.

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Eddie’s bed was propped up on an angle that probably wasn’t all too comfortable for sleeping. He was connected to a few different machines by tubes and wires. He appeared to be only wearing a hospital gown that was put on backwards so it could open at the front. Exposing his pale torso that was littered with purple and brown bruises in all the areas that were not covered by large plasters or wrapped in bandages. 

He had large dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks looked gaunt and hollow. There were a few smaller bruises spattered across his face and some larger running down his neck towards the plaster on the left side that also covered a large part of his cheek.

His lips were dry and split in several places and seemed to be in different stages of healing. It looked almost as if they had been picked at. As thought it hadn’t happened naturally from dehydration or being hit in the face during the crash…

His hair was oily and matted. Huge masses of knotted hair replaced his wild curls. Even his bangs had suffered, all mangled together and swept out at different angles. He was one step away from natural dreads.

Although he seemed clean, Karmen got the sense that he had been filthy when he arrived and was hastily washed down with betadine by the nurses before the surgery to repair his wounds. He would need to be cleaned properly once he could move around a little. He probably felt disgusting in his own skin.

She studied him for a long while. Categorizing his injuries and trying to commit them to memory so that when he was awake she could try and prevent him from hurting himself further.

She really didn’t want to wake him. Even though he didn’t really look peaceful. His brows were furrowing and evening out repeatedly while his eyes flittered under the lids with their rapid movements. The beeping from his heart rate monitor speeding up and slowing down again as his heart reacted to whatever was happening in his dreams. 

Nightmares, more like.

He was trembling, she realized as she reached out a hand, letting the pads of her fingers touch lightly on his forehead. She saw him flinch at the contact, almost pulling away but decided to stay since she’d already gone this far. She trailed her fingertips down the uninjured side of his face. Petting tenderly the way she knew he liked. 

Her fingers dragged uncomfortably along his clammy skin even with her featherlight touch.

Eddie grunted as she moved over the corner of his mouth before gliding back up. His eyebrows knitting as his eyes began to flutter open. She paused her movements, waiting for him to come around properly. His iris’ darting to the hand on his face. His body tensing as wide eyes made contact with hers and she smiled kindly.

“Hey.” She greeted him simply. Not sure what else to say. She watched as he startled at the word. Scared eyes flicking over her, looking sceptical. 

Slowly he began to move his hand. Lifting it up to press gently at the back of hers. Touching it lightly and flinching away before slowly coming back and engulfing it with his large palm. He pulled it away from his face to study. She let him do what he needed to. Swallowing down heartbreak as she realized that he didn’t believe she was real. 

She remained still, just observing quietly as he turned her arm in his hands and pressed his fingers against the pulse point on her warm wrist. The perfume she’d dabbed there before leaving the house wafted towards his nose as he frowned to himself, keeping his eyes downcast. 

Karmen watched as they widened momentarily, her jaw clenching as his grip on her arm tightened. The steady beep of his heart monitor sped up as he turned to look up at her properly. His large eyes burning with unshed tears as he took a deep stuttered breath that rose his back off the bed.

She was here. She was really fucking here and she was smiling at him and letting him touch her instead of pushing him away in disgust and demanding answers.

He let go of her arm abruptly. Holding out his shaking hands and silently begging her to take them. She did, placing her palms in his and trying her best to not show her surprise when he yanked her forwards in what she was sure was supposed to be a smooth and gentle gesture.

She brought his hands to her face. Leaning into him so she didn’t have to drag them high and risk hurting him or pulling at his IVs. She kissed each of them tenderly, giving them a small squeeze.

“I’m going to sit up here, okay?” She asked as his eyes spilled over and tears ran down his cheeks. Karmen placed his hands back in his lap momentarily before putting her own hand down on the mattress and using it for leverage as she jumped up onto it.

Before she could get situated properly on the edge of the bed he was clawing at her. Hands scraping down the front and sides of her body as he tried in vain to pull her closer. Only serving to strain himself and accidentally push her back off the bed as she tried her best to calm him.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She whispered as she caught his wrists, holding them still for a second as she looked him in the eyes and willed him to relax. “It’s okay.” She told him softly, placing his hands on her hips so that he would stop moving them and holding them there for a long moment before letting go. Hovering over them, waiting to see if he would move them and ready to catch them if he did. 

He didn’t, instead digging his fingers impossibly tight into her hips. Staring at her with red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. Breath hitching as he waited as patiently as he could manage.

It’d been over a week now easily, maybe two. He hadn’t been away from her for that long since they’d met and while under normal circumstances he would survive that easily, albeit dramatically, if he had to, this past week had been anything but normal. 

He couldn’t lie and say that she had been the first thing on his mind after Chrissy died or that he had been thinking about her constantly in the long week that followed finding out that other dimensions and monsters existed. But when he was alone in Rick’s boat shed, before Dustin showed up, he had longed to go to her instead. Knowing deep down he couldn’t, that he needed to hide because a girl was dead and Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson was definitely going to be to blame. But it had been so hard to stay there alone after experiencing the most traumatic moment of his life and then not knowing what was going to happen to him after it all.

He had been a little distracted the rest of the time he had spent with the party. The fleeting thoughts that if he just pushed through and killed Vecna they could clear his name and he could come back to her, got him through. He hadn’t let himself take any more time than that to think about it. To figure out what the fuck he was actually going to say to her or how he was going to explain it once everything was said and done.

Despite how hard he tried not to think about it since waking up in the hospital, she had occupied his every waking thought. Suddenly the reality of being back in the real world with Vecna dead, he assumed and still no fucking clue how he was going to explain it all was at the forefront of his mind. The fact that Wayne wouldn’t answer him properly about where Karmen was or why she hadn’t visited while he was awake was disconcerting. Not that he could really ask and be persistent about it in the way he wanted, without speaking. But he knew Wayne understood him and was deflecting his answers, pretending not to really get it so that he didn’t have to tell Eddie the ugly truth.

He thought she wasn’t coming. The only thing that had stopped him from breaking down about it this far was that Wayne had said she was there earlier. Whatever the hell that meant.

Karmen smiled at him softly, bringing her hands to his face. Careful to avoid the bandage over his left cheek as she cupped it in her palms. 

Eddie closed his eyes, his breathing speeding up as a choked sob fell from his lips. His entire body was trembling and it was hard to tell if it was due to her proximity or the exertion of forcing himself to sit up slightly. His heart was beating like crazy. The monitor began to alarm as his bpm reached a certain threshold. 

Letting go of his face she pulled herself up onto the bed properly. He shimmied over unconsciously to make room as she moved in beside him. Small, painful grunts leaving him as he used weakened muscles. His brows furrowing as his head began to spin.

Fuck… It hurts… It all… hurts.

“Come here Sweetheart.” Karmen whispered as she slid an arm around his shoulders. Lying back against the propped up mattress she put gentle pressure against his bicep. Eddie responded immediately by diving into her. His clawing hands back on the job as they desperately tried to move him closer. As if they weren’t already as close as they could get, squished up against one another on the tiny bed made for one.

His unwounded cheek pressed against her collarbone. The top of her breasts cradling his chin as he curled himself into her. Groaning in pain as he ignored his body's protests. Everything was burning, his head was dizzy from the agony. He felt like he was going to throw up. 

But that just spurred him on. He needed her so badly. Needed her comfort. Needed to be on her, in her, part of her, he didn’t know. He didn’t realize how desperate he had been for her until she was within reach. Now that she was here, he needed her as close as she could physically get. Anything less was painful in a way that rivaled the intense ache of his physical wounds.

Need you. Need you. Need you.

He chanted to himself, his entire body shaking violently against her as she wrapped her arms around him and held him as tight as she could. Trying her best to avoid putting pressure on his bandages. 

She held back on the instinct to rock him like she wanted to. Not wanting to irritate his injuries and hurt him any further or possibly make him sick. So instead she settled for a firm hold and whispered words of comfort.

“It’s okay Bubba.” She whispered against his temple. Planting gentle kisses on the skin she could reach as she reminded him that he was alright. “You’re safe now.” She told him, feeling him shudder at the words. His face rubbing wetly at her chest as he sobbed into her neck. “I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

It took a lot of calming but eventually he quieted down. She felt him relax a little more against her. His breath evening out, deepening. She could feel his eyelashes fluttering gently against her and knew he was moments from sleep but fighting it hard.

She wanted to talk to him so badly. Feeling guilt well in her chest as she selfishly lamented the fact that even if he was verbal right now she knew it wasn’t the right time to ask questions.

He needed her to hold him, kiss him, tell him everything was okay with them and in general. He needed her to let him sleep and she would because she cared so deeply for him and his well-being. It was more important to let him rest with her and recover than it was to press for information no matter how much she wanted it.

But she had so many goddamn questions. Questions that she’d been asking herself all week. Questions that swirled in her mind every waking minute and sometimes slipped out in hoarse screams that drained all of her energy and burned her throat.  

She concentrated on Eddie. Forcing away flashbacks of striding into an empty field off the side of the highway near the trailer park and screaming at the sky until her lungs were empty and she couldn’t stand up anymore. Two sets of warm hands pulling her back to her feet and all the hazy memories that came after that of being force fed so she wouldn’t collapse after days of refusing food and gruff voices, uncharacteristically soft as they assured her they’d find him. Eddie didn’t do it. He would be okay.

Karmen took a calming breath. Tilting her chin downwards slightly she could see that Eddie had fallen asleep. He was heavy in her arms, melted against her body like putty. His arm slung loosely over her waist instead of tightly gripping her as it was before. The worry lines on his forehead smoothing out as he snored gently against her chest.

She wondered how long it had been since he’d rested willingly and not in a medicine induced haze. 

As if in answer to her question, Wayne appeared from behind the curtain shielding their view of the door.  Surprise on his face as he looked between the two of them. His features settling into a warm smile at the sight of Eddie resting so peacefully. He nodded at Karmen approvingly and she forced a smile back as he made his way to the chair beside the bed. Leaning back in it and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Good job.” He said softly, clearing his throat afterwards to rid it of emotion he hadn’t intended on showing. Karmen huffed out a laugh, letting her head roll against the mattress so she was facing him.

“Thanks.” She whispered back. Her hands absently petting Eddie as she thought. “So you don’t know anything else?” She asked, getting straight to the point and watching as Wayne leant back in his chair and sighed. 

He didn’t seem surprised by her brashness. She supposed he had the same questions as her waiting to be answered in his own mind. Only, he had a little more information than she did. She was on the backfoot. Needed to play catch up and he was more than willing to oblige her after seeing how well she had managed to calm Eddie while he was gone.

She was the one. He was sure of it now.

“No.” He answered apologetically. “A couple of men in uniform came in here the first time I was visiting. They weren’t cops. Although they were here too, lurking. But these guys, I don't know.” He paused to think. “The Army, maybe.” He decided. “Said they found the killer and that it obviously wasn’t Eddie.” He replied with venom in his voice.

Karmen nodded. She had seen on the news that morning that Eddie had been cleared as a suspect after the real murderer was found. Apparently there was still a large portion of the town that was not convinced and was outraged at Eddie’s charges being dropped.

“They wanted to talk to Eddie.” He continued, gesturing with his head to his sleeping nephew. “But look at him. He can barely keep his eyes open and it was even worse a few days ago. They were none too happy when I said I’d need to be present to make sure he retains whatever information they needed to give him.” He scoffed.

“What do you think they wanted?” She asked with a frown. Her hand coming up to stroke at Eddie’s cheek when he stirred at her words.

“No idea.” The older man replied with a sigh. “Surely not to apologize.”

Karmen snorted at the statement, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at the notion. Absolutely not. After the witch-hunt the cops had led on Eddie, she doubted they’d ever accept responsibility and apologize. Hoping instead that Eddie was so grateful for no longer being a suspect that he would quietly fade into the background and never question their dodgy detective work.

Wayne and Karmen continued to chat quietly for an hour or so. Only being interrupted by the bustle of a busy nurse as she appeared by Eddie’s bedside.

Karmen smiled at her guiltily as a brow was raised in her direction. She’d been a visitor in the hospital plenty of times before and knew full well she shouldn’t be on the bed with the patient. But she’d found over the years it often depended on the nurse that was on duty as to what the rules were or how far she could bend them.

The woman looked them over with a sigh. Choosing not to say anything as she eyed the steady beat of Eddie’s heart monitor. 

“If she wasn’t up there, he’d be down there.” Wayne chuckled, gesturing towards the visitor chair on the other side of the bed. “It’s for the best, trust me.” He added, his tone conveying the wisdom of someone that had been taking care of Eddie for a long time.

He’d only been a patient for a couple of days but in that time he’d already proven himself to be difficult even while being cooperative. Not that he would remember any of it in the grand scheme of things. He had been in and out of sleep for days. Waking up confused every time until Wayne convinced him to breathe and he remembered where he was and why. The older man had no doubt that by the time Eddie was released, the memory of these first few days would be reduced to a blur of colors and sounds. 

“I’m sure.” The nurse agreed flatly, holding up the observation monitor. “But I need to check his vitals.” She explained, pulling the probe from its casing and leaning over the couple. 

To her credit, she worked around the fact that Karmen was absolutely in her way, without complaint. She was a good one.

‘Nurse Jo.' Karmen thought to herself as her eyes lingered on the woman’s name tag. 'Noted.'

Nurse Jo took Eddie’s bicep gently and slotted the small object under his armpit making him jolt. His eyes flew open, heart rate ticking up dramatically as he panicked at the feel of a warm body under him. He shoved at Karmen, frantically. A cry of pain fell from his lips as she released him from her arms and he rolled back onto the mattress beside her and tried his best to scramble down the bed away from the perceived threat.

Wayne was on his feet in an instant, standing steady by Karmen’s side and preparing to remove her from the bed for her own safety if Eddie accidentally lashed out violently, not realizing who he was hurting. The nurse on the other side of the couple locked eyes with Wayne briefly. A silent understanding between them, that she would hold Eddie down if she needed to so that he could sling Karmen over his shoulder and get her out of there.

Thankfully their silent plan of action didn’t come to fruition. Instead Eddie brought his arms up to cover his chest as he curled in on himself. The pain radiating from his wounds was suddenly more pressing than anything else in that moment. The overwhelming agony that throbbed throughout his body winding him as he tried desperately to take in a breath and came up empty. He choked on nothing as his lungs refused air.

Karmen slipped down the bed quickly. Her head level with his as she slowly reached out to place a hand on his forearm. 

He looked up at her, confused. The fear in his eyes made her stomach drop as he stared at her like she could help and was refusing to.

The hand on his arm squeezed ever so gently. A familiar gesture that seemed to knock something into place and remind him of falling asleep with her earlier. He found the breath that had been alluding him and inhaled it greedily. Exhaling sharply before suddenly trying to shuffle closer. Whining as it sent new waves of pain through his torso. 

Karmen was quick to pick up his slack. Inching closer and moving the hand from his arm to stroke over his shoulder, up his neck and into his hair. 

Somewhere behind her, she heard Wayne breathe a sigh of relief. The squeak of his boots on the linoleum floor and the whoosh of air from the noisy cushion on the visitors chair, told her that  he had returned to his place. Content that Eddie wouldn’t lash out at her at this point. 

She looked up at the nurse still standing behind Eddie. The woman smiled at her sympathetically before her eyes flicked up to Eddie’s heart monitor. Watching as the rate slowly dipped back to normal before moving around the bed to where Eddie could see her and holding up the obs machine again.

He eyed her cautiously. Still breathing heavily due to the pain. His bottom lip trembling as he glowered up at her. Not wanting to give her permission to touch him again.

She seemed to understand. Sighing softly before giving him a pointed look.

“If you let me do your obs, I can get you more pain medication.” She said softly, clearly peaking his interest although he had tried to hide it. He continued to stare at her for a few more seconds before tearing his eyes away. Looking at Karmen instead and giving the faintest of nods as he stared into her empathetic eyes.

Karmen stroked his knotty hair gently as the nurse slipped the probe back under his arm. He shivered involuntarily at the feeling, closing his eyes against the embarrassment he felt welling in his chest. He was so weak and helpless. Scared. He never wanted anyone to see him this way, least of all Karmen.

It had definitely been nearly two weeks, he decided, since the last time they saw one another. He’d left her place happy and full of confidence. Determination had swirled in his gut as he set off for school, excited for his campaign. Ready to give those kids that best night of their young lives.

They had enjoyed the campaign thoroughly. Despite the substitute. At first she seemed an inconvenience but ultimately she won them the game. It had taught him a little more about not judging a book by its cover. Something he’d already known not to do. But ironically he had already questioned his morals about it once that same day. Wondering if perhaps he was secretly and shamefully, more prejudiced than he had ever realized. When he’d spoken to Chrissy in the woods and realized she wasn’t actually the massive bitch he assumed she would be simply because she was popular and a cheerleader. But he had given himself grace for that one, considering that perhaps his assumptions had more to do with the fact that she was Jason Carver’s girlfriend than anything else so trivial. 

Anyway, after leaving the Drama room, his memory was foggy. He remembered driving back to his trailer with Chrissy in tow and making small talk. Ironically about Karmen. She had given him good input on his plans for their anniversary. He remembered not being able to find the ketamine. He didn’t remember if he ever found it or not. Just, walking back into the living room to find Chrissy acting strange…

Eddie physically shuddered at the thought. The nurse that was currently counting his breaths studying his face as his closed eyes screwed up tighter. Flashes of memory assaulting him. Making him grunt and jolt with the sound of every snapping bone.

Karmen watched as he turned pale before her eyes. She hadn’t realized it was possible for him to lose any more color. Her hand slid down to his cheek and she stroked it with her thumb. Her fingertip dragging again over his clammy skin as sweat began to bead on his forehead.

He opened his eyes to look at her. The same fear from earlier intensified as he blinked at her, lips trembling as his stomach lurched and he dry heaved dramatically. Both Karmen and the nurse jumping into action and rushing to help him into a sitting position. His shaking hands holding the bowl he was handed tight as Karmen scooped fistfulls of his hair out of his face and pulled it into a loose bun using the spare hair tie on her wrist.

Eddie retched into the container in his hands. Not bringing up much of anything as he grunted and cried through the pain of hunching into some of his worst wounds. His abs burned under the strain. His insides felt like they were trying to crawl out of his mouth.

Chrissy’s broken face was staring at him in the darkness of his eyelids. Her sunken eyeballs watching as he let tears slip passed his lashes. A broken whine burning his throat alongside the bile. The pain in his stomach rising up into his chest at the sight of her.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

He hadn’t even tried to save her. He’d watched her tiny frame crumple to the ground and he’d run. He hadn’t stopped to think. He wasn’t sure how he ended up at Rick’s or where he’d left his car. He had snippets of walking along the country road that led to the lake. But that was all before he was there. Hunched under the tarp, hiding in the boat. Playing the situation over and over in his mind and wondering if it was too late to do something different. Knowing deep down that to try and go back to the trailer or call for help would essentially be handing himself in and that would be his downfall. He’d be in Prison right now or dead if they’d pushed his case through the courts fast enough. Which of course they would have with the way the town had rallied against him.

Slowly he opened his teary eyes, hovering over the bowl and breathing out a heavy exhale through wet lips. Drool connected them to the container in his hands as he lifted his head, huffing at the stab of pain in his neck. He was dizzy. So, so dizzy.

The nurse gently took the bowl from him before he tipped it over. Stuffing some paper towel into his empty fist. She promised to be back with his pain meds. Leaving him alone with his precious people.

Glazed eyes traveled down his body to where Wayne’s hand rested supportively on his shin before the hand on his left shoulder caught his attention.

“Do you want to lay back?” Karmen asked softly, surprised he could sit in the first place.

“That’s a good idea.” Wayne agreed, moving around the end of the bed and placing a gentle arm behind Eddie’s back. Karmen mimicked him on her side, both of them encouraging him to relax and let them take his weight.

Eddie did his best, not wanting to be a burden. Because that was really all he was. All he’d been for the last two weeks.

A burden.

“Come on, Eds. Relax.” Wayne coached as they guided his stiff body back towards the mattress. 

“We’ve got you.” Karmen reminded him. The hand that pressed gently against his collarbone slid up to brush at his neck as she leaned close. Her breath was hot on his ear as she moved with him until he was lying back again. Their arms slipping out from under him and letting him settle as he looked up at her with a broken expression.

She took the paper towel from his hand, wiping at his mouth and ignoring the way fresh tears continued to spill persistently down his cheeks at the gesture.

He grabbed for her hand before she could pull away. Pulling it down onto his chest with both of his as he inhaled a broken breath that shook his entire torso. He needed to tell her what had happened. Needed her to know where he went. How Chrissy had come to be in his trailer in the first place. It was the reason he had tried so hard to stay alive. Not wanting his favorite people to think he was a murderer and possibly a dirty cheater to boot. 

Karmen didn’t know anything as far as he understood. Yet she was here, sitting by his side and holding his hair while he vomited. Despite his new disfigured body and his unrelenting weakness. She was right there, holding his hand. Looking at him with such adoration and a kindness he would never understand.

He didn’t deserve her. Never had. But this situation was something else entirely. She had every right to walk away and she hadn’t. 

Yet, anyway.

He curled his fingers around hers, pulling her hand up to press his face against it as he screwed his eyes shut once more. A desperate sob rattled through him as he pressed his nose into the flesh of her palm and cried for her as if she wasn’t right there. Preemptive grief. It wouldn’t hurt as much when she left if he could see it coming. If he had already mourned her.

Karmen felt her own eyes begin to well with tears as she leaned down towards him. Resting her free arm on the bed and balancing with her elbow beside his head as she whispered in his ear once more about how he was safe and everything was okay.

Although meant to be reassuring it only spurred on his tears. The belief that he didn’t deserve her kindness and that she would leave if he ever told her the truth had him feeling helpless. The inability to talk that had grasped him at exactly the wrong moment only served to make things worse as he desperately willed her to understand all he needed to say through his silence.

Please.

Please understand.

He begged silently. Opening his brilliant brown eyes to look up her. One of his hands reaching for her shirt and tugging at it to try and bring her even closer again.

It was drugs! She wanted drugs! I didn’t kill her!

I didn’t kill her!

I didn't…

Wayne watched them silently. Feeling like a third wheel as Karmen pressed her forehead to Eddie’s and kissed him anywhere she could reach without moving.

“Here we are.” Nurse Jo announced, startling the three of them as she returned, holding up a syringe. She pushed between them, to Eddie’s dismay and got to work rubbing alcohol patches over the connections on Eddie’s IV. Making sure everything was sterile before placing the syringe in the connector and pushing down on the plunger. Eddie gagged involuntarily at the feeling of the cold liquid entering his veins, eliciting a snort from the nurse.

“Mmm, no one likes that.” She hummed, reconnecting him to his bag of fluids before turning to Karmen and Wayne. “I’m sure you know this, but visiting hours are almost over.” She said almost apologetically as Eddie began to tremble. 

No… No. No.

He chanted in his mind, looking between the both of them frantically as he waited for one of them to protest.

“He’s not been waking up much during the nights so he’s barely registered being alone.” Wayne explained to Karmen. “This… Might be the first night he remembers.” He added idly, the casual tone to his voice only adding to Eddie’s panic. His wide eyes continued to flick between them as he mutely pleaded for one of them to say they would stay with him.

Can’t be alone.

He cried out, although it didn’t come from his mouth. He hadn’t said it. His mouth was open now and still nothing was coming out. Just random sounds that sounded nothing like the words he wanted to make.

“Hey, hey.” Karmen shushed him as he used her shirt for leverage to try and pull her to him possessively. He wasn’t letting her leave.

The three pairs of eyes in the room that weren’t Eddie’s all turned towards the heart monitor as it began to alarm his beats per minute. The nurse moved around the bed to silence it as she gestured towards Karmen faintly.

“Try and calm him down.” She instructed, studying his cardiac cycle on the monitor as Karmen shared a look with Wayne. The older man nodded softly before Eddie’s arms wrapped tight around her hips.

“Eddie.” She whispered, locking her legs against the edge of the bed as he finally succeeded in pulling himself closer. “Eddie, it’s alright. It’s okay.” She assured him, his ears deaf to her comforting words.

Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Don’t leave.

He chanted. Holding held her impossibly tight. Willing her to understand as he pressed his face against her so hard that stars began to appear behind his eyelids. His nose lost in the flesh of her chest as he breathed stuttered breaths through his parted lips. Mouth moving to form the words he wanted so badly to speak but wasn’t able to force out.

Please. Please. Please.

He silently begged, hands tightening in her shirt. Knuckles white as he fisted the fabric and again tried to press closer. Clawing at her but not moving any further as she was already so painfully close.

He whined softly as she tried to card one hand through his matted hair. The other, gently circling his back. 

“I know.” She whispered sadly, leaning down closer. “I know.”

Her heart was breaking for him. He seemed genuinely terrified. The way he was clinging to her was reminiscent of a cat clinging to the sides of a cage to avoid the vet or a bathtub. She wished he could tell her what was going on. That he had a way to communicate without needing to use words.

Something sparked in her at the thought. The beginnings of an idea forming in her brain that she would explore later when she was alone.

“Hey?” She asked, sliding a hand under his chin and tilting it so he was looking at her. “I’m not going just yet and I’ll be back first thing tomorrow. I promise.” She whispered, her tone low and calming. “I won’t go until they force me out, okay?” She asked, nodding at him as he swallowed thick and loud in the sterile space.

“Still half an hour left.” The Nurse said absently as she stepped away from the heart monitor. “I didn’t think he’d take too kindly to it. Wanted to give him time to adjust to the idea.” She explained, giving them all a once over as Karmen looked up and joined Wayne in giving her a grateful smile.

“Thank you.” The older man said softly, arms folded over his chest as he nodded at her. Feeling some sense of relief, finally content that Eddie would be in good hands while he wasn’t around.

The last half an hour of visiting hours was tumultuous to say the least. Eddie flittered between emotions like a hummingbird between flowers. Anger then sadness, indignance and then despair. Pain, so much pain. Physical and emotional. In the end it was more like a whole hour before they actually left and it had ended with sedation. 

An outcome no one was looking for. Least of all Karmen, who couldn’t help the ugly sobs that left her as Eddie stared at her with betrayal in his eyes while a male nurse held him down and the Nurse Jo injected him with the sedative.

Wayne held her close, tears in his own eyes as Eddie’s rolled back and the hand that had previously been death gripping her shirt, slowly fell limp off the side of the bed.

A disgusting gnawing in Karmen’s gut at the limpness of his body made her look away as she cried into Wayne’s chest. The intrusive thought that she may as well have witnessed his death, forced harder sobs into flannel fabric as the older man squeezed her tight and reminded her that Eddie was okay.

That they’d see him again in the morning.

~

Part 5 Here!! Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in the rest of this story as I post it.

Okay so in this chapter I accidentally set up for two other fics I am writing. One of them I’ve actually started (Eddie’s drive home from Hellfire with Chrissy) and the other is basically Season 4 from Karmen’s (and by proxy, Wayne’s) POV. But obviously as Eddie is “missing” for the entirety of that time I’m not sure anyone would actually be interested in reading a fic that is purely Karmen|Wayne centric. So, please me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if I could maybe get the info out there in another way that interests you rather than an entire fully written fic.

Read the rest of the series here :)

This series is so personal to me, so it means the world to me when someone let’s me know they enjoy a work from this series. If you guys liked this please pleaseee consider letting me know via comment, reblog, message, anon ask etc.  

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[xenodile]

Goddess of Victory: Nikke - Story Recap

Chapter 7: Reunion - Part 1

Though Snow White is able to dispatch Modernia's reinforcements, Chatterbox and the Heretic have escaped. She yells at the Commander to go home, but they ask Snow White to let them join her. Snow White says she has no need of them, but the Commander promises they'll be helpful. Rather than argue, Snow White agrees, but tells the Commander not to slow her down before she sprints off in pursuit.

The Commander is barely able to keep up with the Pilgrim. When Snow White stops get her bearings, the Commander takes a while to finally catch up and is clearly winded. Snow White worries that with the weather worsening, and before long Chatterbox's tracks will be covered. When she sees the Commander struggling however, she opts to take a rest. The Commander tries to say that they're fine and they can keep up, but Snow White insists, saying she has her own preparations as well.

Snow White double checks her weapons, making minor repairs and adjustments, retrieving ammo, and so on, while the Commander catches their breath. As they look Snow White over, they notice that while functional, all her equipment is very banged up. Scuff marks, scratches, chipped coatings, patched tears. When they comment on it, Snow White says her equipment is a bit outdated is all. When the Commander asks just how long she's been using out of date gear, she admits she doesn't remember the exact number, but it dates back to the First Rapture Invasion, so a few decades at least. The Commander, incredulous, asks if Snow White can clarify on what she means by decades, but she shuts them down, saying she doesn't want to discuss it.

She asks the Commander a question of her own, namely what Chatterbox wanted with them. They have no idea, and would like to find out too. Snow White flatly says there must be SOMETHING unusual about them, given no common human would have survived this long...and judging by the wild look in the Commander's eyes, not even have fully processed it all.

Snow White has no idea what Modernia and Chatterbox are planning, but she's certain they serve the Queen, and that capturing and interrogating them will give her the clue she needs to finally find the Queen herself. Commander finally asks who this Queen everyone keeps talking about is. Snow White says it's the Rapture Queen, the center of the Rapture collective. If the Queen dies, the Raptures are defeated, and a new age will begin. Without elaborating further, Snow White tells the Commander that they need to get moving before the weather gets worse and they lose the trail.

Snow White and the Commander continue following Chatterbox and Modernia's track's, even as the winds pick up and the snowfall grows heavier. Snow White muses that they could be looking at whiteout conditions soon, and asks the Commander if they can keep up. They stubbornly repeat that they're fine. Snow White comments that she hasn't met many commander, but they're the only one she's met that was so eager to throw themself into harm's way.

Commander asks Snow White how she came to be acquainted with Chatterbox. She says that for a while she was just hunting Raptures wherever she could find them, trying to scavenge any data she could on the Queen with little success, as Raptures don't store anything useful in their cores, and nothing that could be interpreted with human language. She encountered Chatterbox by chance; she saw a massive beam of light erupt from the sealed door to the Ark, and went to investigate, and ran into Chatterbox shortly after. Since then, she dedicated her efforts to hunting it, because a talking Rapture was her best lead on getting information on the Queen. Unfortunately, Chatterbox is very good at weaseling its way out of danger, so she hasn't gotten much out of it. She had hoped she had it this time, but then they were interrupted.

Commander infers she meant Modernia, and asks...what exactly was that? A Nikke in Rapture armor? Snow White bitterly says that Heretics are traitors, enemies of humanity, the scum of the earth, and the less said about it the better, but they're the closest to the Queen. Not wanting to speak more on it, Snow White urges the Commander to speed up as they continue pursuing their quarry.

The howling winds eventually become a blizzard, and the rail is quickly being erased. Snow White says they need to go faster, but when she looks back at the Commander, it becomes apparent they won't last long, and even they admit they're not doing so good. Snow White almost tells them to turn around and go back, but she knows that they've come to far for that. She asks if the Commander needs shelter, grumbling that looking after others is one thing she still hasn't really figured out. The Commander puts on a brave face and tells her to just go on without them, but Snow White tells that just because she's been living on the surface for a long time doesn't mean she's forgotten what it means to be a Nikke. She won't leave them to die.

Snow White tears off a portion of her cloak and tells the Commander to wrap themselves in it, as it will stave off the cold until she can find them proper shelter. The Commander thanks her for her kindness, and she replies that protecting others is what has kept her going all this time.

The Commander asks if Snow White has ever considered returning to the Ark, and she flatly refuses, stating that she and the other Pilgrims cannot go to the Ark until their mission is complete. They try to convince her, saying she'd be welcomed with open arms, but Snow White doesn't care. If anything, she would see it as an admittance of failure, a message to humanity that it's okay to give up, and that is something she doesn't want.

She also adds that the Pilgrims can't "return" to the Ark, because they've never set foot in it to begin with. It is as alien to them as the surface is to most humans. They would not know how to live, how to survive in such a place. No matter how much she is asked, she won't go.

The Pilgrims are wanderers in search of hope.

[dramioneasks]

Hey! I’m improving my English and I would love to do it with the help of my Dramione. So, I’m looking for recommendations of fanfics (maybe if it’ll be onefic is better) with easy English level for I practice. I think I’m B1, and I always try to start reading in English but when appears a lot of things that I don’t know I’m very disappointed and let it go. I’ve already read a lot of fanfics with the help of translation, but would be a pleasure if I could read it in English. 🥺

Please, send me if you have something in your mind.

Thanks for your help! ✨

P.S: I wrote this comment without assistance, sorry for any mistake, how I said “I’m trying” 😁

Hi, try these, hope they help you! :D

The Long Weekend By: cleotheo - T, 3 chapters - When Lucius and Narcissa agree to look after their grandchildren for the weekend, Lucius assumes it will be a breeze. However, he wasn’t counting on his five year old granddaughter, Lyra, who is a bit of a handful and manages to keep her grandfather busy all weekend. Short three part story.

To All the Wizards I’ve Loved Before - takenbytheview - M, 7 chapters - “What if—” Malfoy begins, twisting his signet ring with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand. “What if you didn’t tell him?” “What?” “What if we let people think we were actually together? Just for a little while. Not just the Weasel. Everybody.” A Dramione Eighth Year adaptation of Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

A Touch of Fate By: cleotheo - T, 6 chapters - While celebrating Ginny’s birthday at a swanky spa hotel, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are shocked to run into their old friend, Hermione Granger, who they haven’t seen for several years. Can old friends be reunited, or will Harry and Ron jumping to conclusions ruin things beyond repair? Reunion style story.

Baker’s Dozen - DarkoftheMoon, Maria81 - T, one-shot - As part of the new and mandatory Muggle Studies curriculum, 8th year students are paired together for a year-long practicum in the culinary arts. If only Draco were interested in either.

Love and Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud - T, 13 chapters, Words: 155,397 - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life’s work, but that’s rather what they’ve gone and done. Now they’re trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf with a grudge. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home. Too bad they despise one another. For fans of J.K. Rowling, Jane Austen, and P.G. Wodehouse, a historical romantic comedy all about time, and getting the hell out of it.

1 teaspoon of Vanilla and a full bottle of LoveBy: dracorpheus - T, one-shot - After the War, Draco moves to Muggle London to become a baker. He also teaches young children at a nearby school how to bake. One of the parents decides she needs cooking lessons as well.

The Muggle Telephone by gloivy - T, one-shot - Draco finally caved and bought one of those muggle telephones everyone is going on about, though he doesn’t quite understand how it works yet. A social media AU.

Owl SPEW By: kaitward - T, one-shot - The beginning of a relationship, told through a series of letters.

Fireworks By: cleotheo - T, 10 chapters - A party at the end of seventh year results in major life changes for Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, including the loss of their best friend, Ron Weasley. Can a reunion several years later fix the rift, or are some things too broken to ever be fixed? Reunion style story.

The Dangers of Meddlesome Redheads by frostykitten - T, 12 chapters - Ginny thinks Hermione needs to stop waiting around to be swept off her feet, but when she casts a spell on her friend to help her get that special someone, things don’t go exactly as she’d planned… Hermione may just kill her for her meddling.

Future Tripping By: Miss Dorktastic - T, 2 chapters - A few weeks into his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has a world-bending epiphany. Throw in some crystal balls, a crush and a little bit of jealousy and what he gets is way more than he ever imagined. Or… The 5 times Draco Malfoy’s feelings for Hermione Granger terrified him and the one time it didn’t.

-Lisa

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

Tag Game: First 10 Lines Challenge

Thanks for tagging me, @curator-on-ao3 😘

The game is to share the first lines of the last 10 stories you wrote. So here goes!

1. “Set temporal coordinates.”

- Euridice - Rated E, Voyager fic, Year of Hell Unaltered Timeline (J/C, C/P, B/7, some J/P undercurrents too)

2. “So… you’ll take anything I offered, would you?” The Terran Captain’s voice was sultry, almost purring as she ran her tail up the inside of his leg.

- Lost in a Hall of Mirrors - Rated T, Prodigy fic, Threshold AU moment from Cracked Mirror (J/C)

3. Captains Log, Star Date 52160: We’re docked at the Berudian Orbital Shipyard today for much needed repairs after our experiment with slipstream technology. 

- Lost and Found - Rated T, Voyager fic for Maliciousalice Birthday, a Threshold AU story set in Season 5. (background J/C)

4. Captain Janeway held her breath as she ordered Kim to lock onto the single life sign in Val Jean ’s cockpit.

- Five Catches and a Fall - Rated T, Voyager Fic, five J/C oneshots spanning the series run.

5. The arrival home had been stressful on them all, but none more so than Kathryn  who had to submit to a barrage of tests from medical as part of their debriefing.

- Brumating in a Winter Wonderland - Rated T - Voyager fic - Threshold AU of the arrival home. (J/C)

6. Janeway looked longingly at her replicator as she got dressed for the day. - All the Little Things

- Rated G - Voyager fic - a J/C oneshot set early in the series.

7. How quickly things could change, Kathryn mused as she cradled her infant son Liam to her breast.

- For Just one Day Let's Only Think About Love - Rated T, Voyager Books fic - Threshold AU take on the ending of To Lose the Earth (J/C, background P/T)

8. “Ah Captain,” Jellico welcomed Tuvok into his office, gesturing for him to sit in the open chair, beside Commander Tysses. “Thank you for coming.”

  - The Timepast - Rated T - Prodigy fic - a Shakespeare-inspired farce AU of J/C's reunion and Chakotay's rescue. (J/C, D/G, Adreek/Tysses)

9. The roast was burnt, as usual, but that didn't bother him. In fact it was the very reason they now found themselves in this delightful situation...

- No Captain Here; No Commander Either - Rated E - Voyager fic - J/C smut.

10. It was a bad day to be Q. - Universe to Mend

- Rated M - Prodigy/Voyager Books fic - a novel set after To Lose the Earth, featuring Q, Pocket Full of Lies' Denzit Janeway, and Prodigy's Hologram Janeway on a new adventure. (J/Q and J/C)

Analysis: I tend to open with dialogue, with a characters thought or log, or with some kind of very quick statement about the setting. just throwing you right into the action usually. I'm kinda okay with that!

I'm gonna tag (and im sorry if i forget anyone) @trekflower @pc-corner @jellybeansarecool @emilie786 @divinemissem13 @theredheadedcaptain @nonadhesiveness @coffee-in-that-nebula @cnrothtrek if yall would like to play and anyone else who wants too, feel free to do your own!

[nerdlydelicious]

apologies for all the asks!!! I don’t have many folks I chat RWBY with so I turn to the folks who’s opinions I’ve come to respect on tumblr!

Anyways - with the final episode of Volume 9 rapidly approaching, what do you think needs to happen in the finale for it to be concluded in a satisfying way?

cheers!

You’re fine, I like answering questions!

As for what needs to happen, in my personal opinion, the things that I think need to happen are as follows, but not strictly in this order:

1. Ruby has a talk with her mother, at least in some fashion, which helps her realize that she doesn’t need to be a completely different person to be the hero she needs to be, which helps her complete her ascension.

2. We also go through Jaune’s ascension and he is changed into a younger version of himself, but specifically not reverted back to his Volume 8 form as that would be literal character regression. Also, he keeps the warrior’s wolf tail.

3. Both Ruby and Jaune retain all their memories after ascension, and get new looks, and either upgraded or new weapons.

4. Ascended Ruby and Jaune tag team Neko Neo and kick his ass.

5. Neko Neo dies/gets taken by the tree to ascend. Don’t give either of them a second chance or a redemption arc.

6. Everyone has a tearful reunion with Ruby, apologizing that they weren’t there for her when she needed them and she forgives them.

7. Team RWBY and Jaune walk through the door into Remnant, and either the episode ends there to leave us on a cliff hanger for V10, or they walk out into Vacuo to throw us right into the action at the start of V10. Bonus points if Juniper goes with them.

8. We see Little again at some point. Maybe they help fight the cat in their new ascended form. And we get a heartfelt moment between them and Ruby.

As a bonus these are things that I don’t think have to happen for the finals to be satisfactory, but I’ll be very happy if they do:

1: when Jaune returns Weiss hugs him or in some way shows relief that he’s okay. Bonus points if she comments positively about his new look. It shouldn’t be a moment that overshadows the big reunion with Ruby (though I’m sure some people will gripe about it regardless), just a nice little touching scene between them.

2. Ruby lands the fight ending blow on the cat with her Silver Eyes powers. I don’t know why her powers would affect the cat, but it would be bad ass.

3. Ruby says something positive about Blake and Yang’s relationship. Mainly to piss off everyone making ‘Ruby is homophobic’ memes.

4. We get Yang and/or Blake teasing Weiss about Jaune, maybe one of them asking her if he’s still ‘mature’ enough for her, and Weiss being flustered and embarrassed.

5. As team RWBY and Jaune leave, we get scenes of the Afterans going about their lives. The Genial Gems building a new home, the market place being repaired, Jinxy peddling more items, the Hunter mice catching a snake, that kind of thing.

6. Red Like Roses part 3 for Ruby’s epic arrival at the climax of the fight vs the cat.

That’s everything I can think of, at least for now. I’m sure five minutes after I post this I’ll have four more things to add to the list XD

[badlydrawnmanic]

Not an ask: I am enjoying your Jules headcanons

i'm glad!! if you have anything you're curious about my perspective on feel free to ask!! he's a very good dad and i love him very much. here's some more! it got a little long lol

it's canon that jules was the first roboticized person, but in archie it was chuck who did it as an attempt to help. in my thing there's no involvement from chuck, so it's all eggman. jules got shot in a vital area while running from the invading swat bots trying to steal their children and got captured. he would've died if he weren't roboticized, so they can't really change him back, plus he's had too many repairs and part replacements over the years for it to leave him in a functional state

while foreign metal in the (de)roboticizer won't make it explode, it won't be turned back into organic material since it didn't have an organic counterpart to begin with. maybe it could guess with smaller bits like bolts or wiring, but it would probably be a bad idea to do that to someone who's likely had a good amount of his robo-guts replaced. the machine can only do so much

before he was a robot, jules (and his family by extension) were generally unremarkable. yeah he was athletic and surprisingly strong, but he didn't have powers. all the magic stuff his kids have came from aleena! her family is very involved with magic and it sort of became part of her, passing on to her children. sonic got his speed, sonia's got enhanced strength, and manic...

well... manic takes after his father

he really is the runt of the litter, but that's okay! he's got his own skills, and with his hoverboard they would make a perfectly balanced sonic heroes team

jules' full first name is julius. it stems from julianus, having latin roots meaning "father" and "young at heart", so i think it's pretty appropriate for him!

jules really has a lot of fatherly qualities, and he wants to do the best he can for his children, or any kids for that matter. he doesn't really know what he's doing, but at the very least he tries to not only be supportive but actively enthusiastic about everything his kids do, and he will readily adopt whatever friends they bring over into his little family unit. it doesn't matter how old they are, they're getting adopted. he treats shadow and scourge like part of the family as much as he does tails. family reunions kinda chaotic

jules is the youngest of four, and chuck is the oldest, so chuck pretty much raised him. there's a 13 year age gap there, so by the time chuck was ready to forge his own path, jules was like... 7. unfortunately mom died kinda early and dad was too broken from manual labor to do much on his own, paulie was pretty much running the farm, and bernie was kind of a wild child who took care of herself, so... yeah. off jules went with chuck. though not the best situation, they turned out okay (even if a younger jules annoyed the hell out of a younger chuck)

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday May 15 - Tuesday May 16, Part I

Buffy: Okay, (Willow holds up one minidress) do I wanna appear shy, coy and naive or (Willow holds up the other) unrestrained, insatiable and aggressive? Xander: Uh, y'know, Owen is a little home spun, he probably doesn't like that overly assertive look. Oh, hey, here's something. A nice comfy overcoat and a ski cap! The earflaps will bring out your eyes! Buffy: Maybe I should mix and match. Okay, guy's opinion. (grabs two lipsticks from her desk) Which one do you think Owen will like better? The red or the peach? Xander: Oh, you mean for kissing you and then telling all his friends how easy you are so the whole school loses respect for you and then talks behind your back? The red's fine.

~~Buffy Episode #5: "Never Kill a Boy on the First Date"~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor! Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here. If you saw the phrase "HTML template" in our previous calls for editors and that was what made you decide that Herald duties aren't for you, you may be glad to hear that we've set up an alternative posting process!

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Finding Direction (Xander, T, Elysium Cipher xover) by madimpossibledreamer

Are You Satisfied? (Willow, G) by MadeInGold

Shampain (Spike/Drusilla, M) by MadeInGold

House of Slayer: Adopted (Buffy, T, Harry Potter xover) by BrennaLynn

I Am Not a Robot (Angel/Spike, T) by MadeInGold

Réunis par la musique (Ensemble, G) by Doxalys

Anya and the Hell Bunny (Anya, T) by AJ Fields (myfanfiction)

Salvage (Buffy/Spike, E) by HollyDB

New World (Xander/Anya, G) by ChristinaK

Rift Repairs (Cordelia/Xander, G) by ChristinaK

welcome to sunnydale (Oz, T) by ElasticElla

Podfic of ‟the sound of her‟ by verity (Faith, Buffy/Spike, G) by aethel

Untitled (Buffy, Faith, unrated, SPN xover) by cookiedoughmeagain

Toil and Trouble (Spike/Reader) by prose-for-hire

Strengths and Weaknesses (Buffy/Spike, G) by womanaction

Smoke and Mirrors (Buffy/Spike, E) by honeygirl51885

I Wish You'd Left Me Wondering (Buffy/Spike, T) by Fancyflautist

On the Matter of Illyria… (Ensemble, G, LotR xover) by Luna

[Chaptered Fiction]

House of Slayer Ch, 1 (Buffy, Dawn, T, Harry Potter xover) by BrennaLynn

Friendship with Vampires Ch. 1-4/4 (COMPLETE) (Spike/Reader, G) by RebeccaHaskell

The Council Ch. 1 (Giles/OC, Buffy/Spike, Willow/Fred, M) by sonnywithachanceofrollins

One Girl in All the World Ch. 32 (Ensemble, T) by BrennaLynn

The Coven Ch. 5 (Willow, Giles, T) by heckate

What It Felt Like Ch. 2 (Dawn, Spike/Drusilla, M) by shotgunSinner

Ripper and Olivia Ch. 1-8/8 (COMPLETE) (Giles/Olivia, E) by DWEmma

Second Chances Ch. 12 (Buffy/Faith, T) by Rosalind_or_Ganymede

The First Apocalypse (Book Three of the Reunion Trilogy) Ch. Ch. 9 (Buffy/Angel, E) by MCorey1317

Orvieto Ch. 8 (Buffy/Spike, M) by TuesdayGirl

Walk Me to the Graveyard Ch 2 (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by spuffybot

Dry Mouth Ch. 3 (Faith/Tara, T) by JustBrethe

Fathers Ch. 16 (Faith, M) by Forgotten Conscience

Tough Love, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, E) by EllieRose101

Can Your Pussy Do The Vamp?, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Wojtekstan

Heart's Apocalypse, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, T) by DeathTheKat

Postcards and Snapshots, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, T) by FoolForSpuffy

Randy + Joan: As Long As You Love Me, Chapter 17 (Buffy/Spike, M) by BewitchedXx

do you wanna dance?, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by sunshine-of-my-lifetime

So One of Us is Living, Chapter 30-31 (Buffy/Spike, T) by violettathepiratequeen

A Place in the Sun, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by honeygirl51885

Walk Me to the Graveyard, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Gigirose13

Twice Broken, Thrice Burnt, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by ClowniestLivEver

Origins, Chapter 42 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Niamh

When the World Went Cold, You Were Brighter than Gold, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Harlow Turner

Spiderwebs, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Willow25

Awakening Of The Slayer, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, M) by PaganRose

Rise, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

Anything We Want, Part 2, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by scratchmeout

Baby Love, Chapter 33 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Niamh

I'm Fine, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Grief Counseling

Bloom, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, T) by ashcrashed

Bring Him Home , Chapter 19-20 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Acb6293

One Step Away, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, T) by flootzavut

105: Intro To Vampyre, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

Encased in Sunshine, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Acb6293

Sparks, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dusty

Echoes of Beljoxa Ch. 57: Crossing Rubicon (Buffy/Spike, M) by myrabeth

Sons and Daughters of Sineya Ch. 26 (Ensemble, M, Chronicles of Narnia xover) by dogbertcarroll

Healed By Love Ch. 16 (Buffy, E, The Originals xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

Accidental Dark Lords and Ladies of Sunnydale Ch. 6 (Ensemble, E, multiple xovers) by AnimeRonin

[Images, Audio & Video]

Manip:Banner based on thewiggins' story "You Must Remember" () by thenewbuzwuzz

Artwork:BTVS “Every Outfit” “Normal Again” Xx () by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork:Giles () by defiant-art

Artwork:Giles again () by defiant-art

Artwork:BTVS “Every Outfit” “Seeing Red” Xx () by whatshisfaceblogs

Icons: BTVS “Every Outfit” “Entropy” Xx () by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork:Drusilla () by stjoandearc

Artwork:BTVS “Every Outfit” “Hell’s Bells” Xx () by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork:BTVS “Every Outfit” “As you Were” Xx () by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork:AtS Cartoon () by paulgadzikowski

Video: The Buffyverse | Human () by Jess Wilson

Manip:Spike by Dirtyaim

Manip:Pierced Spike by Dirtyaim

[Reviews & Recaps]

When She Was Missing But No One Noticed by havocthecat

Prophecy (Remember When Everything Was) Grrl by havocthecat

I Robot, You Hate This Online Life We Lead by havocthecat

Some Foreshadowing Required by havocthecat

Rewatch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, “Witch” (S1Ep3) by mothman-rewatches

[Community Announcements]

Oh hey, it's a Buffyverse Hanahaki Fic Challenge! by somekindofadeviant

[travelingtheusa]

INDIANA

2024 August 7 (Wed) – We were up at 5 a.m. this morning.  Pulled in the slides, emptied the front basement, and hooked up the truck.  At 6 a.m., a technician came over to give us all directions on what we were to do today (there are 2 other couples and a single man all having work done in addition to us).

We were all directed to a bay and backed in for our work.  Starlene & Ken (from the Vilano group) were only here for a realignment.  The other couple and single man are having independent suspension systems put on, like us.

      After we were pulled into the bay, we went out to breakfast at the Cockadoodle-Café.  The food was all undercooked.  We returned to MORryde and sat around the lounge all day with everyone else.  At 10 a.m. we took a tour of MORryde’s facilities.  They have three big warehouses here where they do metal fabrication.  It was fascinating to see them take a plain sheet of aluminum and turn it into parts and pieces for RVs.  They also fabricate parts for medical units and the military.

      The company ordered lunch for everybody.  We each had a sandwich from Panera.  At 2 p.m., the mechanics went home and we got into our RVs, still parked in the bay.  We will be spending the night here.

      At 5 p.m. we drove to the Das Dutchman Essenhaus restaurant for dinner.  We met Starlene & Ken and Janet & David there.  We all enjoyed the buffet meal.  So much food!  We all left stuffed.

2024 August 6 (Tue) - Well, here is a perfect example of how plans change.  We were going to stay in Harbortown RV Park for 2 nights when we got a call from MorRyde.  We had an appointment to have an independent suspension system and disc brakes put on the RV in October.  However, they had a cancellation and called to ask if we wanted to take the date. Since we happened to be in the area, we said yes.

      We left Monroe, MI, at 9 AM and drove 4 hours to Elkhart.  We are camped in the parking lot of the MorRyde Service Center.  There is only electric hookup.  We could use a water fill-up point but Paul put some water in the tank before we left our last campground so we don’t need any.  We will use paper plates while here.

      Soon after we were in place, a Vilano RV pulled in beside us.  It turned out to be one of the couples (Starlene & Ken) we camped with back in January at the RV Show in Tampa, FL.  As we were having our happy reunion, another of the couples that had been in Tampa pulled up (Janet & Dave).  It turned out they happen to be in the area because they had been held up in the area for repairs.  We all went out to dinner at Kao’s, a Thai eatery.  Paul and I split a Padthai with chicken and added fried dumplings.  We found the food bland.  After we all returned to the “campground,” we gathered for coffee, ice cream, cake, and comradery.  A pleasant end to the day.  We spent the night camped in the parking lot.