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Chapter 20 pt. 2- I Do

Summary: It's wedding time, baby.

Word Count: 17.4K (.....I'm so sorry)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink, big, fat, nasty, unspeakable breeding kink (holy SHIT you guys, I really went balls to the wall on this one, I fear), kind of semi-public sex (you already know these horndogs are going at it again), More getting caught (Steve is causing his own problems at this point), wedding things!!, family dynamics, mentions of death/grief, lots of emotions, alcohol/drinking, so many feelings (grab the tissues, friends), Javi being adorable with kids, Javi being so in LOVE it HURTS?!? So much joy and happiness because Javi deserves the world and more

A/N: HELLO. Part 2 is finally finished *insert Spongebob narrator voice* 4 years later 🫠 Omg y'all, thank you SO much for bearing with me as I finish this, it has been a labor of love like no other, but I am so excited to finally share our favorite couple's special day and finally GET THESE TWO MARRIED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would very much be lying if I said I didn't cry multiple times writing this chapter 🥺 I can't believe these two are actually getting married- words can't express how thankful I am for everyone who's wanted to stick around and read my silly little story to see these two make it to their wedding day- your support and kind words mean more to me than you will ever know 💛 Poorly beta'd bc I'm the worst, also, I've seen that sometimes people have issues reblogging things with comments that are this long (my apologies), but comments and reblogs make me wanna cry and throw up with joy, so it means a lot to me if you're able to leave a comment if it won't let you reblog with one!!!

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Never had you been so anxious to walk in a straight line.

Because truth be told, that was all you needed to do to walk down the aisle- walk in a straight line.

But when that straight line meant the walk to finally get to marry your future husband, to take his last name, to start the beginning of your forever together, not to mention kissing him in front of all your closest family and friends, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach swirling in anticipation as you waited for your ceremony to start.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi asked, his thumb gently stroking your hand that he had been holding since the moment he saw you, almost as if he was refusing to let go. You looked up at him, big brown puppy dog eyes staring down at you with a goofy grin that hadn’t left his face, the sight of his handsome, broad frame easing your racing heart enough to help you remember that when you walked down that aisle in a few short minutes, he was the only thing that mattered.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled, pressing up on your toes just enough to peck his lips quickly before someone in the wedding party needed to barrate you both again about saving your kissing until after you were finally married. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this many people staring all at me at once. Knowing my luck, I’m gonna trip and fall over this dress before I can even make it to you. Or better yet, with my dumbass decision to have David and Charlie walk me down the aisle, I’ll be lucky if they don’t push me to the ground first.”

“Well, even if you did fall, you would still be the most beautiful woman on the face of this Earth. My clumsy, grass-stained wife.” Javi snickered, giving you a little nudge as you rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove back.

“Pendejo. You have both of our vows books, right? You promise you haven’t peeked?”

“Yup, both right here in my pocket.” Javi smiled, patting his tux by his chest. “Promise I haven’t read it. Although for my sake I probably should have, because if I can’t even make it through seeing you in your dress, then these vows are gonna make me a fuckin’ goner.”

“Bold of you to assume I had nice things to say about you in there.” You teased, raising your eyebrow as you smirked at him, making Javi shake his head as he laughed.

“Alright everyone, it’s 3:00, it’s time to get this show on the road! Make sure you’re in order like we practiced, that you take your time walking down to the music, girls, please do not throw petals at each other, and make sure you all- Javi, where are you? You’re supposed to be at the front of this line, sir.” Connie sassed, proving to you that she really was the perfect person for the task of making sure that things ran smoothly today, bossing the group around like the captain of a well organized ship.

“Sorry, I’m coming,” Javi replied sheepishly. “I love you, Osita.” Sliding the hand that was entangled with yours around your waist, Javi pulled you in for a kiss, much more obviously than he probably should have, considering the shit the two of you were about to get being literal minutes away from getting married.

“Javier! Get you A-S-S up here! Kiss her all you want once you say I do!” Connie shouted, rolling her eyes at the two of you, Javi pulling away in defense with his hands raised, trying to prove his innocence.

“Oh, I know what that one spells, Mrs. Murphy! That one spells-”

“Javi? Please?” Connie asked again, quickly trying her best to cut off your niece, Olivia, before she could finish the rest of her thought in front of everyone else, making the group giggle at her matter of factness.

“Okay, okay, I’m here!” Javi pleaded, making his way to the front of the procession, taking his place next to his dad as Connie did one more check through of everyone’s spot in line before giving the music an all clear to start playing.

As you stood at the end of the line, you peeked up to see Javi turned around staring back at you with that same stupid smile on his face, completely enamored and awestruck by you, already convincing you that you were going to turn into a puddle before you could even make it down the aisle.

But as you went to re-adjust your bouquet in your grasp, you quickly realized there were not one, but two things missing from your procession line, now about to start walking down the aisle.

Your brothers.

Despite having seen them only seconds ago, as you quickly whipped your head around, they were now nowhere to be found.

“Charlie? David? Where the fuck did you go?” You whisper shouted, frantically looking around for any sight of them.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling from one of the bushes around the corner from where you had been lined up and waiting, followed by the all too familiar voices of your brothers up to no good.

“Just finish it you dingus, I already drank the first half!”

“Why the fuck did we leave this out here? It’s fucking warm. You got the better half, that’s not fair!”

“It was warm when I drank it too, dumbwad. Just finish it, we gotta fucking go, hurry up!”

As you peered behind the bush, you saw your brothers wiping their mouth with the back of their hands as the tossed a can of Miller Lite to the ground, freezing in fear as they saw your menacing and disappointed glare staring back at them.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!”

“It was David’s idea!” Charlie responded, pointing at his brother.

“Charlie didn’t say no!” David responded back, now pointing at him. “You didn’t expect us to get through this sober, did you? You’re the one who asked us to marry you, so I don’t know what to tell ya, Cubby. Plus, we wanted to pour one out for Patrick since he’s the luckiest bastard out of all of us and doesn’t have to worry about fucking up marrying his little sister.”

“God, you two are idiots. Well that thing you agreed to do is happening as we speak so can we go do that, please?” You sighed, trying your best not to laugh at your brother’s antics, knowing that you really should have expected nothing less from the pair after you and Javi had asked them to officiate your wedding, considering neither of you had wanted anything religious, and wanted someone who knew you to be the ones to do it.

“Okay, okay!” They replied, one rushing to each side of you and hooking their arm around yours as you made your way back to your spot at the end of the processional line that had now begun to move forward.

“Where were you 3 dumbbells? The ceremony is starting!” Your dad gruffed, trying his best to restrain from slapping each of you upside the head.

“Cubby wanted a beer.” David replied, shrugging his shoulders, keeping his head facing forward, trying his best not to laugh.

“Honey, seriously?!” Your mom scolded, looking at you with disgust.

“I did not! I was trying to find these two idiots!” You groaned, eying your brothers as they shook you back and forth between them in their grasp. “I hate you both, I hope you know that.”

“We love you too, Cubby.” Charlie smirked, knowing that for as much as you said it, there wasn’t a bone in your body that could hate your brothers. For as dumb and annoying as they were, there would never be another moment you would take for granted with them, knowing all too well that life was much too short to do anything but cherish your time together, wishing you had more time to spend with the brother who couldn’t be here with you today.

Before you could respond, your thought was interrupted by the voice of the DJ through the speakers set up outside, your heart steadily beginning to pound at the reality that everything you had been waiting for was all about to become real.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen if you could please find your seats, we’re about to get started with our ceremony! Thank you so much, folks!” As his voice echoed through the speakers, a hush began to fall over the crowd of your friends and family that had gathered here, now anxiously alongside you for the ceremony to begin.

A few seconds passed before you could hear the music beginning to play, the familiar melody of “Everywhere” by Fleetwood Mac ringing through the speakers- an easily unanimous pick for a song to walk down the aisle to for you and Javi, remembering the first night you had spent together in your apartment, making midnight mac n’ cheese and already falling head over heels in love with each other.

As the beat began to pick up, your heart started to race, peaking over the backs of everyone’s heads to watch all 5 of your flower girls begin to skip down the aisle, throwing petals every which way around them as they moved.

You couldn’t help but laugh as all their little personalities shone through as they made their way to the altar- Olivia Murphy, being the oldest, most definitely was taking her role the most seriously, holding her baby sister in one hand and carefully sprinkling flowers evenly in front of her. Your niece, Olivia, was second in line to live up to her role, although, being the little ham she was, threw in the occasional twirl in the middle of the aisle to get people to look at her, along with her little waves to the crowd. The rest of the girls, Brianna, Abby and Madison, well, you were just happy that they made it down the aisle, thankful that their older sisters were at least on the lookout enough to keep them from running through the rows of your guests or dumping the entire bucket of flowers on themselves (you had learned your lesson from your rehearsal dinner that Brianna needed about half as less flowers as the others).

Your face lit up watching the girls, your heart filling with joy with the “awhs” and laughter from the crowd at their theatrics as they met at the altar with an impressively semi-rehearsed curtsy, followed by promptly running out of the spotlight and over to Connie who was waiting for them.

Now that the flower girls had finished making their way down, the processional line began to shift forward once again, this time, leaving Javi and his dad to walk down together, Javi insisting that even though his mom would have been the one to walk him down if she was here, that wanted Chucho to be there in her place instead.

“Ready, Mijo?” Chucho grinned, giving Javi a little nudge. “Am I going to have to keep you from sprinting down the aisle, or do you think you can manage walking?”

As the pair began walking down to the melodic beat of the song, Javi couldn’t help but laugh at his dad’s comment, because as much as he wanted to tease him right back, he knew damn well he was so excited that he would have run to the altar if it meant he got to marry you even a minute quicker.

“Javier?” Chucho asked, looking up at his son with tears in his eyes as the pair moved down the parted pathway between the crowd of guests.

“Yeah, Pops?”

“Estoy orgulloso de ti, mijo. Tu mama y yo. (I am so proud of you, son. Me and your mother.) We are so happy that you have found your media naranja (other half). Nosotros te amamos. (We love you so much.)”

As Javi and Chucho reached the end of the aisle, Javi wrapped his arms around his dad, pulling him close as Chucho patted him on the back, pulling away to look at his son, tears now in both of their eyes, thinking about how far they had come to end up where they were in this very moment, thanking whatever greater power that had finally brought them and Lucia the peace they all desperately deserved.

Javier Pena knew he was worthy of the love and happiness that his parents had longed for. He had finally proved to himself and his parents he really was the good man that he had hoped to be.

“I love you, Pops. Thank you for everything.” Javi whispered to his dad, trying to fight back any more tears from falling down his cheeks.

“Te amo mucho, Javier. (I love you so much, Javier). Thank you for finally realizing that who you are is enough. Now, stop crying over your old man and save some tears for your wife.” Chucho laughed quietly, giving his son another pat on the back with a soft smile wrinkling his cheeks.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re gonna have to worry about that.” Javi chuckled, shaking his head at the tearful mess he already was, giving his father one last hug before Chucho took his seat next to Connie and the flower girls at the front of the crowd.

Steve was the next to make his way to the altar, Javi laughing at his friend’s goofy strut to greet him at the end of the aisle. Steve held out his hand to shake Javi’s before quickly pulling Javi in for another hug with pats to the back much harder than his fathers.

“Listen, man. I ain’t good at this sentimental shit, but uh- I’m really fuckin’ happy for you, Javi. I know I give you shit, but you’re one of the good ones. She’s a lucky girl. And I hope you know you’re sure as hell one lucky son of a bitch. Love you, man.”

“Love you too, Murph. Believe me, I know.” Javi grinned, giving Steve a slap on his shoulder laughing to himself as his friend sat down next to his wife and the girls, never imagining himself standing at the altar, happily waiting to get married while his former partner cheered him on, surrounded by his gaggle of giggly daughters.

Feeling worlds away from Javi, your heart began to beat faster and faster, realizing that you were now only one pair away from making your trek down the aisle as your mom and dad walked down next, arm in arm.

In classic mom fashion, your mother squeezed Javi so hard as she greeted him, that you were convinced that she was going to pop an eyeball out one of his sockets, thankful that your dad was there to reel her in enough to keep from suffocating him in her hug.

“Javi. We love you so much. Thank you for making our daughter so happy. We’re so grateful she found you.”

“Thank you. I love you both, too. Believe me, I’m just as grateful that she found me. Thanks for making me feel like a part of your family.” Javi replied to your mom, catching his breath through his smile after the death grip your mom had wrapped him in before looking over at your dad, extending his hand to meet his already outstretched one.

“Jav, you’re a good man. I’m a guy of few words, but we couldn’t be happier for you both. Take care of her, okay?”

“I will. I promise.”

With a silent handshake and a nod, Javi and your dad had said all they’d needed to know that they couldn’t be more thankful for the love and support the other had brought you in the times that you had needed it most.

As your parents made their way to their seats, standing at the opposite end of the aisle with your brothers at your side, the realization really hit you- You were the last one that needed to meet Javi.

“You ready, Cubby?” Charlie asked, giving you a grin as he smiled down at you, interlocking your arm with his as David did the same on the other side.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Hey, uh- I just, I just wanted to say, I-I love you guys.”

“Gross.” David teased, scrunching his face in disgust, pretending to barf over his shoulder as you and Charlie laughed, shaking your head at your brother. “We love you too, dude.”

With one final giggle and deep breath, you took your first step into view where everyone could see you, watching the guests rise to their feet in anticipation of your arrival, awestruck stares and smiles filling the crowd as you began to walk.

Even though you had seen each other minutes ago, as you started to make your way down the aisle, smiling at Javi, the two of you couldn’t help but break into tears once again, laughing through your sobs that Javi broke before you did, trying to wipe his wet cheeks with the back of his hand while he watched you walk towards him.

And even though every pair of eyes were on you, the only eyes you needed to see were Javi’s- The sweet, soft brown eyes that you had fallen so deeply in love with from the moment you had locked eyes with them all that time ago. They were the eyes of the first person who had ever truly seen you for who you were, inside and out, and you couldn’t be more thankful that when you looked at him, you saw your forever. When you looked at Javier Pena, you knew you were home.

It almost felt as if time was standing still, that even in a crowd full of people, no one else existed besides the two of you. No one else mattered, and nothing else mattered- the only thing that mattered for you was Javi waiting for you at the end of the aisle, and you? You were going to finally be his wife.

“You two are so in love, it’s fucking sick.” David whispered in your ear, helping to ease your tears as you burst into more laughter, rolling your eyes at your brother.

“Oh shut up, asshole.”

As you, David and Charlie finally made your way to Javi, waiting for you in a mess of happy smiles and loving tears, you had to use everything in you to keep from jumping onto him like a koala and kiss him all over his stupidly handsome face, resorting to reaching out to grab his hand instead, interlocking it with yours and giving it the tightest squeeze you could.

“Hey, Mr. Peña. Long time, no see.” You whispered into Javi’s ear, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before took his other hand in yours, the two of you facing each other in front of your friends and family as David and Charlie took their place behind you, pulling out their notes that they had prepared, clearing their throats as they began to address the crowd.

“Alright everyone, I uh- I guess we’re gettin’ this show on the road.” Speaking out into the crowd, Charlie began to flip to the right page of his script that you were relieved to see he had written out, your guests beginning to silence and bringing their attention to you and Javi.

“Hi everyone, for those of you who don’t know us, we are the bride’s brothers, and we have the honor of our sister and our new brother-in-law being stupid enough to let us be in charge of marrying them today. Not to worry, 20 dollars and one course on the internet later, David and I are both legally ordained, so not to fear you two, this will all be legit, and hopefully not too embarrassing.” Charlie laughed, also eliciting giggles and eye rolls from you and Javi, as well as the crowd.

“Well, we are gathered here today, because these two idiots have fallen so head over heels for each other, it's almost sickening. We’ve had the privilege of knowing our sister for the entirety of our lives. When we found out as kids that our mom was having another baby, and that it was going to be a girl, my brothers and I were disappointed, to say the least. We didn’t want a sister to ruin the bond that we had, and honestly, for a long time while my mom was pregnant, we went through a long baby boycott, and were convinced if we protested long enough, and hard enough, she would eventually turn into a boy, and everything would be fine.” David grimaced, shrugging his shoulders at you as you nodded in agreement, having heard this story from your brothers and parents plenty of times before.

“And while at first, we weren’t really sure what to do with a sister, considering we didn’t even realize it was an option to pee sitting down until she came around,” Charlie snickered, making the crowd laugh again, aside from your mom, who was rolling her eyes so hard, they probably had made it to the back of her head, “Our sister ended up being one of the best things that could have ever happened to us.”

Breaking your eye contact with Javi, you paused to look over at your brother, a genuine smile on his face, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say I’m just as surprised that I’m saying this out loud as you.

“Growing up with our sister has taught us a lot of things- Don’t challenge her to anything you don’t wanna lose at, because she’ll find a way to beat you, and thoroughly kick your ass while she does it, she’s got more brain cells that myself, Charlie, and our late brother Patrick did put together, she’s tougher than most guys I know, and she’s one of the biggest hearted people I’ve ever met.” Looking back at Javi, you could see his face beaming with joy, giving your hand a squeeze, agreeing with everything your brothers had to say, and how all of those traits had made him fall so madly in love with you.

“So, like brothers do, we never assumed that there would never be anyone good enough, let alone even cool enough for our badass sister. And also like brothers do, we let her go through her fair share of duds and gave her shit, but when this guy came around,” Charlie smiled, pointing at Javi, “we knew that he was something special.”

“Javi,” David joined in pointing, giving him a playful smirk, “Don’t think you were getting out of this so easy. When we first heard that our sister had made her way down to the middle of nowhere Texas and had started seeing you, our first reaction was instant disapproval, because if you lived in south Texas, you probably knew jackshit about hockey, and that was a no go for us.”

“But,” Charlie interjected, “After talking to our sister more on the phone, not only was she starting to turn into the happy, energetic self we hadn’t seen in so long, we also learned after talking to her that you not only had been willing to watch hockey with her, but had began to openly express your disdain for the Detroit Red Wings, which made us change our opinions on you very quickly.”

You and Javi looked at your brothers, rolling your eyes in laughter as they shrugged at you, the roar of cackles from the crowd making you grin, feeling the love from your brothers, friends and family swell in your chest, holding Javi’s hands even tighter, gazing up at him with an awestruck smile.

“No in all seriousness, Jav. We couldn’t be happier that you not only have become a part of our sister’s life, but our family’s life, too. For those of you who don’t know, we um- we, uh-,” David gulped, taking a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears welling in his eyes, “our other brother, Patrick, um, passed away last year, and it uh, it was really hard on all of us, especially our sister. Javi, man, I don’t think you’ll ever understand how thankful we are that you love our sister so unconditionally. Better yet, that you love our family of idiots so unconditionally, because truth be told, we are not an easy bunch to love. While obviously, you can’t ever replace Patrick, I just, I hope you know that we’re so glad to have you as a brother, and that Patrick really would have loved you, man. He would be so happy that you’re the one our sister gets to spend the rest of her life with.”

For what felt like the 117th time today, you found yourself in absolute tears, feeling the wetness streaming down your cheeks as you looked down at the #2 patch sewn on the bottom corner of your veil in a beautiful mixture of sadness and joy before looking up to see not a dry eye in front of you, both your brothers and Javi misty eyed and sniffling. Breaking his grasp from yours, Javi stepped towards your brothers, wrapping his arms around both of them to pull them into a long, tight hug, Charlie and David reciprocating as their arms patted his back.

“Thank you guys.” Javi whispered, choking back his tears as he pulled away to look at your brothers, all of you wiping your wet faces with your hands to try and compose yourselves to carry on with the ceremony.

“Damn, okay, well, sorry about that, folks, was not expecting that.” Charlie and David laughed, trying to shake off their unusually sappy sentiment, looking out at the crowd to see not a dry eye in the house. “Well um, well that’s enough of us yapping at you guys, why don’t we turn it over to the people you’re actually here for, and then you can cry even more because these two idiots decided to write their own vows, so good luck.”

Staring up at Javi, you could feel your heart begin to race wildly, your hands nearly trembling as you reached out towards Javi to take the little notebook where you had written down your vows, feeling a little more at ease as you saw that Javi’s hands were just as shaky as yours, the two of you overflowing with anxious anticipation.

It had been no question to either of you that you had wanted to write your own vows to one another. While it seemed to be that everyone else you knew had seemed to avoid writing their own vows because they weren’t sure what to say, or that it was too hard to think of things, you and Javi seemed to find yourselves having the opposite problem, feeling like there was too much to fit in a few short minutes, and that your vows were going to end up being the length of a college lecture.

There had been a part of you that had worried you would be nervous to read what you had to say to Javi in front of all your friends and family, but as you stood there, smiling up at his beautiful, handsome face, you couldn’t be more excited to share all of the things you had written to tell your husband just how much you loved him.

But as the two of you stood face to face, your vows in each of your hands, your stomach dropped in shock, realizing that neither of you was making the first move to start talking. Because for all the planning and preparing that you had done for everything else, the both of you had completely forgotten to pick who was going to read their vows first.

“We never picked who was gonna go first.” You whispered to Javi, your voice filling with nerves every second you stood in front of your guests, neither one of you saying anything.

“Oh fuck, you’re right. What do you wanna do? Do you wanna go? Do you want me to go?” Javi asked, his face mirroring yours in surprise, now frantically looking back and forth between you, his vows, and all of your guests.

You weren’t sure if it was the teacher in you, or the fact that you were so flustered that you couldn’t think of anything else, but before you knew it, you were tucking your vows under your arm, holding one hand out in front of you flat and the other in a fist, signifying to Javi that your best solution to your current predicament was playing rock, paper, scissors.

“Best 2 out of 3?” You shrugged, grimacing at Javi as you tried not to burst into laughter, Javi shaking his head and snickering, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that. Do you wanna go after ‘rock’ or say ‘shoot’, then go?” Javi asked, loud enough for your guests to catch on to what was happening, giggles and laughter coming from the crowd.

“What kind of psychopath doesn’t say ‘shoot’ first? Javier Peña, are you telling me that we need to call off this wedding right now because you don’t say ‘shoot’ before playing rock, paper, scissors? Because I will.”

Everyone around you was now in full blown hysterics, including Javi, giving you the sassiest look he could muster through his laughter, holding his hands out to mirror yours.

“So ‘for better or for worse’ doesn’t apply to rock, paper, scissors, apparently?” He teased, smirking at you with a subtle wink as he bit down on his lip.

“Not if you’re gonna play like that it won’t.”

“Pendejo.”

“You love me.”

“I really fucking do.”

Giggling as you gestured at your outstretched fist, you began to countdown from your “rock, paper, scissors, adding an extra emphasis on ‘shoot’ as you held out rock and Javi held out scissors. With another laugh, the two of you started again, this time, you with paper and Javi with rock, smirking as you crossed your arms over your chest at Javi, the rest of your guests laughing right along with you.

“Winner, winner, chicken dinner, Javier Peña. You’re stuck going second.”

“Go for it, you dork.”

As the laughter from the crowd settled, you opened your vows book, taking a deep breath as you stared up at Javi, who, despite your silliness, still had tears beginning to well in his puppy dog brown eyes before you could even say your first word. You took one last gulp of confidence, wondering how in the world you were supposed to make it through even a sentence through your speech without falling apart.

“I never used to believe in fate. People would always tell me that ‘some things are just meant to be!’ or ‘it was just fate it happened like that!’ and no matter how hard I tried to believe, fate just never made sense to me. Well, that was until about a year ago, when fate decided to bump right into me when I least expected it.” You could feel your voice already beginning to shake, huffing in a quick sniffle before continuing on.

“As fate may have it, I quite literally bumped into you when you were forced to come give a presentation to a group of rowdy 8 and 9 year olds. Thank god fate also was on my side that day- that I actually looked halfway presentable and wasn’t covered in spilled chocolate milk, glue, or the snot of whatever kid had sneezed a little too close to me that morning.” That one had the better part of the crowd letting out a laugh alongside Javi, easing your stress and tension about your speech while you carried on, reading the notes jotted in your booklet.

“When I first came to Laredo, I wasn’t really quite sure what I was looking for. After my brother died and decided I needed to be as far away from Chicago as possible, there wasn’t ever really a doubt in my mind that here was the only place I really wanted to be. I spent the better half of my middle school and high school vacations here, visiting my best friend who had moved away. To me, Laredo was always a place that brought me such peace and comfort. I’m not really sure why, but there was always something about being here for those few weeks every year that made it feel like home, even when home was halfway across the country. But what I didn’t realize, was that in my attempt to find a new home for myself, I began to learn that home wasn’t a physical location, or a place you could travel to. After meeting you, Javier Peña, I found out that home was wherever I was with you.”

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up from your vows to see sweet Javi, covering his mouth, as if he was trying to trap his tears to keep from completely breaking down at your words, his reaction only making you cry harder, trying your best to re-compose yourself before speaking again.

“I spent so long wondering if I would ever find someone who would ever make me feel the way that you do- to love me for all of my flaws, to make me feel important, and even laugh at all of my stupid jokes that probably don’t deserve to be laughed at, but you love me enough to do it anyways. Now that’s true love.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow at Javi, making the two of you snicker between your tears. “You make me feel like the only person in the world whenever I’m with you. The only person who knows me better than I know myself. You are truly one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I have ever met. And while I could list off a million adjectives to describe all of the reasons I fell in love with you- smart, brave, determined, handsome- just to name a few, out of all of those reasons, the one that made me fall for you the most was your big heart. And while I know you’ll never believe me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to get you to see the same amazing man I fall more and more in love with every single day.”

At this point, there was not a dry eye in the crowd, watching how emotional you and Javi were as you tried to choke your way through the rest of your vows.

“I will never know what I did to deserve you in my life, but promise that I will spend the rest of it letting you know how forever thankful I will always be that out of all the people in the world you could have chosen to bump into, that it was me. I am so excited that the rest of my life, all of the moments, big, small, and everything in between, will all be moments spent with you. That every moment will be spent with my best friend. I never would have thought that a little bit of fate would have become my forever, but I’ll always be so grateful that it is. I love you so much, Javier Peña. Thanks for being the reason I finally believe in fate.”

Wiping away the wetness streaming down your cheeks, you could barely even look at Javi, who was an absolute blubbering mess, laughing through your tears almost to keep you from completely melting into a puddle.

Reaching out to grab him, you took Javi’s hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly as you took your other hand up to wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks, the both of you smiling as you looked into each other's eyes.

“And that’s why I wanted to go first. Good luck.” You chuckled, making Javi shake his head as he laughed along with you, taking another deep breath before flipping open his own vows, wondering how in the world he was ever going to make it through speaking, considering how easily he had fallen apart just listening to you.

“Jesus Christ, well I don’t know how I’m really supposed to follow that.” Javi sighed, the crowd giggling at his remark as he opened up to his first page, staring at his words for a moment before looking back up at you, his deep, chocolate, puppy dog eyes melting you just as quickly as the first time that you locked eyes with him.

“I’ve uh- I’ve never really been great speeches. When I sat down to write this, I wasn’t really sure where to start. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit all of the things that I wanted to say into all of this.” Javi huffed with a little shrug, gesturing to his notebook.

“So I um- I figured if there’s anywhere I should start, it should probably be at the beginning. My mom was an elementary school teacher, so growing up, I spent a lot of time at Alma Pierce Elementary School. I swear, I knew that place like the back of my hand. But um, after my mom got sick and passed away, I really never thought I’d ever have a reason to back. Until one day last year, I was told to pack up my stuff to go give a presentation at a local elementary school, which turned out to be none other than Alma Pierce. My mom always used to say “La vida es graciosa, no lo crees?” (Life is funny, isn’t it?), and I never quite understood why. But as I walked back into the place where I had spent so much of my life just out of chance, I swear I could hear her laughing at me, saying “Te lo dije.” (I told you so).”

You could hear everyone who had had the privilege of knowing Lucia letting out a soft laugh, thinking of all of the times they must have heard her say that all too familiar phrase throughout their time knowing her.

“I had gotten to a point in my life that I had kind of just accepted that maybe this kind of life wasn’t in the cards for me. I wasn’t gonna get married or have a family, and as much as it hurt, I had learned to be okay with it. The last thing I would have thought would have happened to me after leaving the presentation I had to give that day was that I was already head over heels in love with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, but la vida es graciosa, no le crees?”

Giving you a little smirk, Javi could help but let a smile slowly spread between his cheeks as he looked at you, gazing up at him in complete and utter adoration, your goofy grin mirroring his.

“Never in a million years would I have thought that I would have been standing here today, getting married to you. If you would have told me that I got to marry the most beautiful, amazing, kind, and stubbornly independent woman on the face of this earth, I would have laughed in your face. I honestly still feel like I need to pinch myself to prove that this is even real. But I guess that even if this is all a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up. Being loved by you has changed me in a way that I will never be able to thank you enough for. Being loved by you has made me a better man than I ever believed that I could be. A better man than I ever thought I deserved to be. A man who has learned to love and believe in love in ways I didn’t think I was capable of. I will never be able to thank you enough for letting me into your life and loving me for who I am, and for wanting to spend the rest of it with me.”

Now, it was your turn to morph into an inconsolable mess, reaching out to grab Javi’s hand again, silently reassuring him that you were equally as grateful for the fact that Javi had let you into his life, too.

“And no matter how tough, or challenging, or funny life gets, I know it can never really be that bad, because I’ll always have you by my side through it all. I think my mamá would be so proud to know I finally understand what she was trying to say all those years about life being so funny. Because it seems like life has a funny way of giving you everything you’ve ever wanted. Te amo, Osita. Gracias por ser mi todo. (I love you, Osita. Thank you for being my everything).”

Without even thinking, you threw your arms around Javi’s shoulders wrapping him in a long, tight hug, sobbing into his jacket in a fit of happy tears, Javi hugging you right back, squeezing around your waist, gently cradling the back of your head in the warmth of your embrace.

“Well shit… Alright, well I’m not sure if you guys are allowed to do that, but after those vows, I think we can let it slide.” David joked, trying to quickly wipe his eyes, nudging Charlie to do the same to try and pull themselves together to make sure they could finish out the rest of the ceremony.

“Fuck, sorry.” Javi whispered, reluctantly pulling away from you, everyone in the crowd following your brothers’ suite, smiling as they brushed away the wetness welling in their own eyes from listening to your vows.

“Well, I’d ask if anyone needs to object before we continue, but I think it’s pretty darn clear that these two idiots love each other more than life itself, so I’m just gonna skip that part.” Charlie joked, making you and Javi smirk in agreement. “Alright Miss Olivia, it’s your time to shine, do you have the rings?” He asked, your niece’s face lighting up in excitement as she nodded her head frantically, shooting up out of her seat to dash towards the two of you, carefully holding the ring box like a newborn baby bird in her hands.

Daintily, she passed the box off to her dad before scampering over to both you and Javi, wrapping her arms around your waists to pull you close in a hug, smiling up at each of you with her toothy, goofy grin.

“I love you Auntie Bear and Uncle Javi.” Olivia beamed, giggling in pure bliss and joy before skipping back to her seat among the guests, the both of your hearts bursting at the seams with the chores of “awhhhhs” coming from the crowd for your adorable niece.

“Someone’s trying to get an extra slice of cake tonight huh, Miss Olivia?” David teased, your guests erupting with laughter at her not so innocent shrug to her Uncle’s question, knowing damn well she was just as much of a ham as you. “I trusted the six year old to carry these, can I trust you two not to drop them, or do you need to cry some more first?”

“Oh shut up, David.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at your brother as you and Javi each took the rings to give one another, carefully holding the shiny gold bands in your hands, counting down the moments until you finally got to say “I do”.

“Alright, ladies first, so I guess that means you, Cubby. You ready?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for anything, you dingus, get this show on the road.”

“Alright, here goes nothin’. This is the part I actually had to practice, so God forbid I mess this one up huh? Do you,” David giggled, saying your real name instead of the nicknames you had lovingly bestowed upon you for as long as you could remember, “Take Javi to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Carefully slipping the gold band onto Javi’s finger, you could feel your heart bursting in anticipation, biting down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, slowly pulling your hand away to let your brothers finish the second half of the exchange.

“And do you, Javier Peña, take our sister,” Charlie and David snickered again, having to say your full name for a second time, “to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Gently grabbing your palm and gliding the glistening ring onto your finger, Javi rubbed his thumb over the pair of bands nestled together, forever making a home on your hand, his eyes welling at the sight of the sign that you would always be his.

Intertwining your fingers together and hands clasped in front of you, you and Javi were radiating with joy, anxiously staring back and forth between each other and your brothers for them to finally say those magic words you had been waiting to hear since the moment you had met all that time ago.

“Well ladies and gentleman… by the power vested in us, the internet and the state of Texas, it’s our honor to introduce to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” Charlie grinned at you, trying not to burst into laughter at the near panicked look on your faces, not having heard the next set of words you were more than dying to hear.

“Well go on, you lovebirds, kiss already!” David snickered, shrugging at the pair of you with a grin on his face.

Before he could barely finish his sentence, Javi’s hands were cupping your face, palms cradling your jaw as he brought his mouth to yours, fireworks exploding in your stomach at the electric intensity of his kiss, so soft and tender, yet so desperate and needy, like it was the first time his lips had ever met yours, and that he never, ever wanted to let them go.

Your hands shot up to grab his face too, a smile creeping across your mouth with your lips still pressed to his as Javi dipped you down, sliding his hand down the small of your back to hold you before pulling you back up, his lips still locked on yours like glue.

In that moment, it seemed like time stood still, that nothing else in the world existed besides the two of you- nothing else mattered besides the fact that you were here, kissing the man that you loved more than anything in the world.

The man that you finally got to call your husband.

Over the cheers, whistling, and hollering from your friends and family, the both of you were finally snapped back to reality as David gave you a little nudge and a look that screamed “gross, save it for the honeymoon.”

Reluctantly breaking from your kiss, you grabbed Javi’s hand in yours, holding your fists in the air and cheering in excitement right alongside your guests before heading back up the aisle, your cheeks hurting from how hard they were smiling. So lost in your excitement, you turned your head as you felt Javi stop, tugging you back to the middle of the aisle, smirking as he pulled you close to his chest, whispering in your ear.

“Not so fast, Mrs. Peña. C’mere.” Grabbing your face and wrapping his arm around your waist, Javi was kissing you again, swinging you down in another dip that had you erupting in giggles and your guests cheering even louder, Javi’s smooth moves soliciting a loud “OW OW” most definitely from Steve.

“God, I love you.” You smirked as Javi pulled you back up to stand before the two of you were nearly skipping down the rest of the aisle in bliss, racing to the back of the crowd where you had entered the ceremony, turning the corner behind the house where no one could see you, not even bothering to look over your shoulder to see who’d followed you before your lips were crashing into each others again.

This one was nowhere near as tame as the kisses you had just shared moments ago- this kiss was a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, Javi’s hands creeping dangerously close to the curve of your ass as you tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, your mouths moving in a messy dance as you whispered muffled and muted words between your kisses.

“Fuck, my beautiful wife. God, I’m so fucking lucky. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too, Javi, I’m so-”

“Jesus Christ, it’s been 30 seconds and y’all can’t keep your hands to yourselves? C’mon, now. Y’all gotta whole week and a half to do this without having to subject the rest of us to it, Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” Steve laughed, making the both of you gasp as he slapped Javi on the back, immediately making your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment and Javi groan in annoyance at his best man’s timely (or untimely) disruption.

“Steve, c’mon like you didn’t have your hands all over me after we got married.” Connie sighed, now smacking the back of her own husband’s head, making him wince in pain. “Congratulations, you two. We’re so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Connie.” You and Javi smiled, Javi still keeping his hand wrapped around your waist as the rest of your wedding party started making their way back up the aisle to greet you, too.

“Also having gotten married before, you’re gonna thank me later as I make you go find your brothers to sign your marriage license somewhere that has a little peace and quiet before you get none the rest of the night. Why don’t you guys head inside and I’ll cover for you for a little, okay?”

“You’re the best, Connie, thanks.” Javi grinned, pulling you away towards the house, quietly sneaking in through the front door to wait for your brothers, Javi looking both ways around the seemingly empty house before pulling you close again.

“Javi, Charlie and David are gonna be in here any minute, and they’re gonna give us just as much shit as Steve, if not more.” You giggled, gazing up into Javi’s eyes, still awestruck and giddy.

“I know. Just one more kiss, mi esposa (my wife).” Javi smirked, tilting his head down to press his lips to yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek as the rest of his fingers cradled your jaw, tilting your eyes up towards him. “Fuck, you’re finally my wife. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.”

“Good thing we have the rest of our lives to get used to it, huh?”

People weren’t kidding when they said that your wedding would be a blur- From the moment the ceremony ended, it felt like everything was moving in fast and slow motion at the same time, being pulled in every direction to talk with family members, take pictures, and make sure that things were running smoothly. As much as you and Javi were both trying to soak in every moment of your special day together, it was safe to say the two of you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the time you had gotten to dinner, and couldn’t have been more thankful to have a moment to finally sit down.

More importantly, you were so glad that you had gotten to the point where you had a drink, some delicious food in your stomach, and the best part of the night ahead of you- dancing.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon of the Peña ranch as dinner was coming to a close, the clanging of forks and knives against dinner plates slowly shifting to chatter and conversation that was filling the space of the white tent that had been propped up in the backyard for your reception.

You weren’t really sure what to expect when you had decided on a backyard wedding, but with the absolutely stunning work your mom, Connie, sister in law, and Javi’s aunt’s had put together for you, they had made a white tent feel like something out of a fairytale. String lights and greenery were strung across above you, long tables decorated in candles and beautiful garlands of eucalypts, sprinkled white and pink roses from Lucia’s garden, along with cute, colorful vintage cups that the women had collected or thrifted for your guests to use. Everything about your setup felt magical, and with the sun sinking and fading into dusk, the glow and twinkles of the lights illuminating your space only made it feel that much more incredible.

As the two of you sat at your head table, bellies full and hearts happy, feeling a little tipsy from the extra strong margaritas Javi’s cousin seemed to be making, you were a little worried as what looked like a more than just tipsy Steve approached you, slapping a stack of index cards in front of you.

“Listen… I’m like the perfect level of drunk to give this best man speech. Any less drunk and I’ll be too fuckin’ nervous to do it, and any more drunk I’m not gonna be able to remember what I’m supposed to say. Y’all good to keep this movin’ so you can do your first dance and then we can get this party started?”

“Jesus Christ, Murph…” Javi sighed, laughing at his friend, now sassily crossing his arms over his chest at Javi. “This speech better be good.”

“It’s good, and Connie approved, so you know I won’t say any dumb shit. Well, not if we don’t start soon and I keep drinking more.” Steve paused, letting out a low burp, rubbing his stomach and grimacing at the two of you, snorting at him.

“Take it away, Shakespeare.” You smiled, gesturing your arm out to the dance floor in front of the guests sitting at their tables, chatting away. You couldn’t help but laugh as Steve confidently made his way to the front of the crowd, Connie silently mouthing “I’m so sorry” from across the room, pointing at her husband, now ready to take the stage.

“Hey y’all,” Steve started, bellowing his voice loud enough to catch everyone’s attention, making them pause their chit chat and focus their attention on him. “I’m Steve Murphy. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Javi’s best man. Normally it’s customary for a guy like me to come up and say a few words about the bride and groom, so lucky for y’all, I’m your guy tonight. You’re welcome, Jav.”

The crowd laughed as Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at Steve and shaking in his head in fear of what was to come, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, giving your now husband a little squeeze of reassurance to have some faith in his friend.

“I have had the pleasure of knowing Javi for a long time now. It’s been, what, 17 years now, Jav?” Steve asked, turning back to look for confirmation.

“It’s been too long.” Javi replied, shaking his head, his witty response only making your friends and family laugh more.

“Whatever, you grumpy old bastard. Anyways, I first met Javi when I found out that I would be his partner down in Colombia working for the DEA. Not gonna lie, when I first met him, while I’ve never admitted this until now, I was pretty intimidated by the guy. He was cool, smart, respected, even though his jeans were way too fuckin’ tight.” Steve teased, winking at Javi, making you snicker from the few pictures you had seen from back in the day when Javi was in Colombia, knowing exactly what Steve meant.

“I’ll spare you all the details of our time down there, but through all of our trials and tribulations, despite our differences and disagreements, the one thing I always admired about Javi is that he really cared about what he did. No matter what, he always cared about trying to do the right thing for the people he cared most about. Now, believe me, if you would have asked me all those years ago if I would have ever pictured Javi here today, gettin’ married, buildin’ a house and talkin’ about startin’ a family? Well shit, I prolly woulda told you that you were bat shit crazy. But, if there’s anyone in the world who deserves every ounce of all that domestic, lovely dovey bliss, it’s this man right here.” Steve smiled softly, pointing back to Javi who couldn’t help but let his heart fill with warmth at the sentiment from his friend, your hand rubbing up and down Javi’s leg, his grasping over yours to hold it tight.

“Javi, I know you’ll never believe me when I tell you this, but I’m real proud of ya, man. And I hope you know how goddamn lucky you are that this beautiful woman has agreed to spend the rest of her life with your grumpy ass. Speaking of which…” Steve smirked, turing back to look at you with a goofy grin, making you raise an eyebrow at whatever stupid comment was bound to come out of his mouth.

“Mrs. Peña. I never thought I’d live to see the day Javi was so in love. When he called me a few weeks after the two of you first met, and was all jazzed and excited to tell me about this beautiful girl he had started datin’ and how happy he was, I just about damn near fell down. He never said it on that phone call, but I knew that this sorry shit was absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

That comment had you giggling at Javi’s blushing face, his cheeks turning pink at Steve’s story, even though he knew damn well it was the truth.

“I couldn’t think of anyone who would be more perfect for Javi if I tried. When I first met you and saw how sickeningly cute y’all were together, God’s honest truth, my first question I asked Javi was when he was plannin’ on buyin’ a ring. Glad to see that sometimes he’ll take my advice. Sweetheart, I can’t thank you enough for being so good to my best friend right there. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you.”

Grabbing your hand, Javi interlocked his fingers with your underneath the table, softly smiling at you and gently nodding his head in agreement.

“I also need to thank you that he’s finally got someone else to worry about him instead of me. One less thing off my back. No offense, Jav. Alright, well, y’all have probably heard enough of me yappin’, and y’all are anything like me, you’re ready for more drinkin’ and dancin’. To Mr. and Mrs. Peña-” Steve paused, grabbing the nearest drink he could find and raising it up in the air, prompting the rest of your guests to do the same. “Wishin’ you two lovebirds a lifetime of happiness. I love you guys. Cheers!”

Over the applause and cheerful shouting, Steve rushed his way back over to the two of you, slotting himself in between your seats so his head poked out between yours, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.

“Nice work, Murph.” Javi smiled, patting Steve on the back, laughing to himself at how genuinely thoughtful Steve’s speech had turned out to be.

“Thanks, Steve. Your speech was really great. How much did Connie have to edit out?” You snickered, looking back between him and Javi.

“... Let’s just say I left out the part about y’all horny bastards needin’ to be better about lockin’ your doors when other people are around.” Steve chuckled, shaking both of you in his grap, You and Javi’s eyes sheepishly darting to the ground in embarrassment.

“Fuck off, Murph.”

“Love you too, Jav.”

With one last pat on the back for each of you, before you could say anything else, Steve was already halfway across the tent back to the bar to congratulate himself for getting through his speech without any major slip ups or major scoldings from Connie after he returned back to his table.

“Thank God for Connie.” You grimaced, laughing at Javi whose face was buried in his palm, shaking his head at his friend, wondering why he would expect any less from him. “...He’s not wrong, though.”

“I’m triple checking that I lock all the doors later so I don’t give him any more reasons to be right…” Javi sighed, giving you a little nudge while the hand that had been holding yours suddenly let go, resting on your thigh over your dress, giving it a long squeeze, making your heart race in anticipation, his eyes locking with yours, telling you everything you needed to know.

Some way, some how, Javi was going to find a way to fuck you before the night was done.

“Javi…” You whispered, heat creeping through your cheeks, trying your best to keep from blushing as you locked eyes with him, his devilish grin and lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes entrancing you in a way that had butterflies swirling in your core and ache rapidly beginning to grow between your legs.

“Si, Mi esposa?” (Yes, my wife?), Javi smirked back, running his hand further up your thigh and closer to your core as his other hand came up to cup your face, thumb tracing back and forth across your skin, toying just enough to tug at the corner of your lip.

While you had gotten a little bit of alone time with Javi today, the way that the both of you had been absolutely insatiable for each other after seeing each other in your wedding attire, let alone the fact that you were now actually married? You and Javi were both dying to try and find a second to yourselves without interruption, especially from Steve.

So caught up in awe of each other, you and Javi hadn’t even noticed your DJ, standing next to your table, quietly clearing his throat to try and get your attention.

“Hey, uh- Mr. and Mrs. Peña?” He interjected, loud enough to finally snap you and Javi out of the horny stare down you had entered, “Are um- are you two ready for the first dance?”

“Oh, um- yeah, y-yeah, sorry about that.” Javi grumbled, the two of you quickly trying to snap out of the thick heat of sexual tension that had been growing between you, both readjusting yourselves in your seats as you looked up sheepishly at the DJ, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you two were ready to do your first dance? If you um, if you need some more time I can-”

“No, we’re okay, thanks.” You grimaced, trying to keep from giggling and blushing as you looked over at Javi and then back at your DJ. “You ready to dance, Mr. Peña?”

“Never been more ready, Mrs. Peña.” Javi replied, grabbing your hand as the two of you stood up, out of your seats walking to the edge of the dance floor while your DJ headed back to his booth.

“Hello everyone! We’re going to get ready to start our first dance with the newlyweds, so if you could please direct your attention to the dance floor, we’re about to get started!”

Before you could even take a step out onto the floor, the cheering and clinking of knives against glasses was erupting amongst the crowd, Javi happily taking the opportunity to grab you by the waist and pull you in for a long, deep kiss, making you giggle against his lips still pressed to yours as he dipped you down, before pulling you back against his chest.

“Show off.” You snickered, raising an eyebrow at him as he finally pulled away from your kiss, staring down at you with a goofy grin.

“Better get used to it, Mrs. Peña. I’ve got the whole rest of our lives to keep showing you off.” Javi smirked, shooting you a wink before tugging you out into the center of the dance floor, patiently waiting for your song to start as you draped one arm around his neck, Javi snaked his hand around your waist, and the pair of your other hands joined clasped at your side.

It was then that the melodic violin entrance to “At Last” by Etta James began to play, Javi smiling down softly at your agreed upon choice for your first dance song after lots of debate and discussion the past few months.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

As the music began to play, you and Javi began to sway back and forth to the syrupy symphony of the song, your heart bursting and stomach filling with the same butterflies it had the first time you had met Javi all those months ago.

“I’m glad we picked this one.” Javi smiled, the two of you circling your way around the dance floor, eyes locked on each other.

“Me too. It always makes me think of making breakfast with you on the weekend and all the little moments I love with you.” You grinned back, letting go of Javi’s hand to drape both arms over his shoulder and around his neck.

“It makes me think of spilling that entire bowl of pancake batter all over Bear and then having to chase him around the house to get him in the tub.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes as he laughed to himself, tightening his grip around your waist to pull you closer.

I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

“Me too. God, who would have thought that a year ago we’d be having our first dance at our wedding talking about spilling pancake batter all over our dog.” You giggled, leaning to rest your head against Javi’s chest.

“I did.”

Looking up at Javi, you could feel your cheeks warming, staring at his big brown eyes welling with tears, trying your best to now hold back the wetness pooling under your lashes.

“Osita, I swear, from the moment I saw you smile at me, I knew that you were the only woman in the world I ever wanted. I knew you were the one I wanted my forever with. I’ll never get over the fact that I’m the luckiest man alive. I love you so fucking much.” Javi choked back, letting one of his hands slide up your face, gently cupping your cheek as he tilted his head in for a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away for another one on your forehead.

You smiled, you smiled

Oh and then the spell was cast

And here we are in Heaven

As the song began to slow, the sweet melody winding down to its close, Javi lifted up his arm to let you twirl beneath him before spinning you back into his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist to catch you as he dipped you down again, your mouths meeting in a long, tender kiss, electricity sparking between your lips and butterflies swirling in your stomach.

For you are mine

At last

“I love you too, Javier Peña.”

Over the applause of your guests, you could hear an obnoxiously loud “OW OW” from the crowd, coming from a now even more intoxicated Steve, making you and Javi laugh at his reaction, swiftly followed by Connie’s sharp jab to his ribs to get him to settle down.

“Alright ladies and gents,” The DJ spoke over the rumble of voices at the dinner tables, “Let’s have one more big round of applause for our newlyweds!”

As the crowd began to clap again, and Steve, threatened by another blow to his side, cheering at an appropriate volume, the DJ spoke again with the announcement you had been patiently waiting for since the ceremony finished.

“Alright everyone, with our first dance done, it’s time for the best part of the night, the dance floor is officially open! Let’s party!”

As the blaring intro to “Jump Around” began to blast to your speakers, your friends and family rushed to the dance floor, you let out a squeal of surprise as Javi snatched you up around your middle, lifting you up to spin you around in a fit of giggles.

“Vamos a bilar, mi esposa.” (Let’s dance, wife)

The rest of the night was the best kind of celebration that you could have asked for- the joy of being surrounded by your friends and family, dancing the night away to your favorite songs, and drinking one too many margaritas with your husband was everything you could have asked for and more on your wedding night.

It was no shock to you that your family had no problem making absolute fools of themselves out on the dance floor, happily (and drunkenly) flailing along to every single song, although your brothers’ and Steve’s enthusiastic sing-along to “Baby Got Back” was impressive, to say the least.

And while you and Javi had expected your family to act a fool, what neither of you had expected was how excited Chucho was to bust out dance moves of his own, taking everyone by surprise as he joined all your co-workers and Javi’s co-workers (who had quickly become best friends on the dance floor), to shake his way through “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls, leaving you in hysterics, and Javi in stunned embarrassment at his dad’s antics.

As the evening began to creep later and later into the hours of the night, a very sleepy Olivia approached you and Javi on the dance floor, gently tugging at your dress and his pants for attention with puppy dog eyes plastered on her face that almost gave Javi’s a run for his money.

“Auntie Bear and Uncle Javi, can I pick a song? Pleaseeeeeee?” Olivia begged, pouting her bottom lip at the two of you, absolutely melting your hearts in an instant.

“Of course, mi amor.” Javi smiled, caving immediately as he crouched down to her level, her face lighting up in delight at her uncle’s response, coming close to whisper in his ear.

If you couldn’t have already been more in love with your husband, watching him listen intently to what your niece had to say, nodding in agreement before scoping her up to rest on his hip, you were practically in a puddle now.

“Me and Miss Olivia are gonna go make a song request.”

“But Auntie Bear, you have to let me dance with Uncle Javi first, okay?” Olivia quickly added, very adamantly.

“Of course, lil Miss. Have fun, you two.” You smirked as Javi and Olivia made their way over to the DJ, watching Olivia’s face light up instantly as the DJ agreed to her request, Javi carrying Olivia out to the middle of the dance floor and setting her down on the ground as the end of the song slowly began to fade into your niece’s song choice.

With her love for the movie, you shouldn’t have been surprised at all that her pick was “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” from the Lion King Soundtrack, but even though you weren’t shocked at her choice, there was nothing that going to be able to prepare you for the gut wrenching cuteness that was your now husband, dancing with your niece.

It had already gotten to the point in the night that Javi’s suit jacket and tie were long gone, 3 buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the once neat curls of his dark hair now messily sweeping his forehead from your night of dancing, and if the sight of just how goddamn handsome Javi looked, on top of the fact he was now officially your husband, paired with the sight of him slow dancing to the Lion King with Olivia?

Your ovaries were just about shot to hell.

As the song played and Javi and Oliva spun around the dance floor in a fit of smiles and giggles, you couldn’t help but wish with every bone in your body that it was your daughter that Javi was dancing with, nearly falling to your knees the thought of making him a dad, on top of being your husband. And if that wasn’t enough, the two of you were finally married, and that meant half of your bargain to start trying for kids was complete- and with the other half being your house finally finishing with construction which was almost close to being done as well, you were so close to start trying for a baby of your own, you could almost taste it.

And that? That drove you crazy enough to feel like you were going to combust.

So stuck in your daydream, you didn’t even notice Olivia running up to you, now tugging at your dress again, letting out a little sleepy yawn as she tried to get your attention.

“Okay Auntie Bear, you can dance with Uncle Javi now. Thanks for letting me pick a song.” Olivia smiled as you sunk down to meet her, wrapping her in a hug.

“Of course, Olivia. Thank you for being the best flower girl today. I love you, cutie patootie. Alright, I’m gonna go dance with Uncle Javi now, okay?”

“I love you too, Auntie Bear. I think Uncle Javi misses you, he wouldn’t stop looking at you the whole time we were dancing. I think he wants to kiss you again, but that’s gross. Yuck.” Oliva grimaced, making you giggle as she stuck out her tongue before watching her scamper away back to her sisters and the Murphy girls to dance some more.

As you turned back, bracing yourself to stand back up, you were greeted with Javi’s large palm held out in front of you, pulling you up to greet his handsome grin while you looked up at him.

“I’ve been told I have permission to come dance with you now.”

“It did take some persuading, I told her I’d save an extra piece of cake for her if she let me go dance with you.” Javi chuckled, pulling you back out onto the dance floor, slowly swaying back and forth to the beat.

“Watching you two out there is dangerous.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow at Javi as he cocked his head in confusion.

“What do you mean, hermosa?”

“I mean,” You paused, standing up a little bit taller, throwing one arm over Javi’s shoulder, running your hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck to whisper in his ear, “Watching the two of you made me think about how much I wanna make you a dad. And now that we’re married and the house is almost done, we actually get to start trying soon.”

It took everything in Javi not to let out an audible moan, letting out a gulp and scrunching his eyes shut for a moment to try and maintain his composure at what you had just said to him, his grip around your waist immediately tightening and eyes darkening as he opened them, staring down at you, absolutely awestruck.

“Fuck me.” He muttered to himself, almost shaking his head in disbelief that after all of the time you had spent talking about wanting kids and nights you’ve had wishing there hadn’t been any birth control to keep you from having them were now an almost tangible reality, “Is that what you want, mi esposa? My wife wants me to give her a baby?”

Javi’s voice rasped in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, your stomach flipping in arousal at the hot breath of his words against your skin, knowing what had started as a sweet and simple moment of Javi dancing with Olivia had quickly shifted into a desperate want, no, need, for him to give you what you were asking for.

As the music slowly faded into the next song, bodies shuffling and dancing to the more upbeat tune that had followed Olivia’s choice, the both of your figures stood frozen on the dance floor in a silent exchange of racing hearts and yearning glances before Javi took your hand in his.

“Follow me.”

In an instant, Javi was tugging you across the dance floor, the two of you dodging and weaving your way through your guests with polite smiles and happy waves, doing everything you could to try and sneak away as discreetly as possible in hopes that everyone would be too preoccupied (or too drunk) to realize that you were gone.

But at this point, you really didn’t care whether anyone noticed if you were gone or not. Truth be told, the only thing you cared about was finally getting to fuck your husband.

Finally making it through the worst of the maze of people, you and Javi had made your way to the back porch, quietly peeking your heads through the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before hastily slipping inside, gently shutting the door behind you before sneaking down the hall to Javi’s room, thanking whatever higher power had let the two of you get to his bedroom in peace.

From the moment Javi had shut the door behind him, you were all over each other in an instant, hands roaming across each other’s bodies as you stumbled until the back of your legs hit the mattress, flopping down onto the bed, Javi’s body caging yours in his frame. Your lips crashed together in a hungry clash, tongues, teeth and moans melting together between your mouths as Javi hiked up the skirt of your dress, running his hands along your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in his firm grasp before his fingers crept towards your aching core, ghosting over the white, lacy fabric covering your cunt, already soaking with arousal.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, hermosa. My wife’s pretty little pussy all wet for me, huh?” Javi rasped, the pads of his fingers pressing more pressure over your covered clit, making you whimper in delight.

“It’s all yours, Javi. Yours forever, baby.” You moaned, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as Javi’s fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, collecting the slick pooling around your folds before plunging his two fingers inside your heat and thumbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pure bliss running through your veins at his touch.

Your response had Javi practically growling, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he looked down to see the golden and diamond bands glistening on your finger, awestruck at the beautifully blissed out mess you were already becoming as his fingers curled, prodding at the spongy spot inside you that he knew drove you wild.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Osita. My beautiful wife. Fuck- I can’t believe your mine. I love you so fucking much.” Javi groaned, his words muffled between the hot, wet kisses he kept planting on your lips, feeling your cunt beginning to clench around his digits.

“I l-love- fuck- I love you too, Javi.” You whimpered, the all too familiar tingle at the base of your spine beginning to build as Javi’s fingers pulsed in and out of your heat and thumb circled your throbbing clit, knowing with how worked up you were and how good he felt, it wouldn’t take much more before you were coming undone around his hand.

“I know you’re close, baby. Let go, hermosa. Cum for me so I can fuck my wife and show her how much I love her.”

“F-Fuckfuckfuck Javi. Don’t stop, baby, don’t s-sto-ahhhhhhhhh.”

With his thumb circling faster and harder around your sensitive bundle of nerves, and fingers plunging in and out of your weeping hole, it wasn’t long before you could feel that all too familiar tingle spreading throughout your body, your orgasm flooding through every inch of you as you came around his fingers, soaking his hand.

“That’s it, Osita. That’s my good girl. My good wife.” Javi groaned, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping heat, admiring the slick and shiny mess you had made around his fingers, entranced by the way your arousal had coated his wedding band as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean before beginning to work at his belt. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

You sat back up, looking over your heaving chest to see Javi shuffling his pants and boxers down his thighs, leaving them to pool around his ankles, revealing his cock, already so painfully hard and weeping with precum from his tip. Reaching down to run his fingers through your folds again, he collected your slick on his hand before rubbing it up and down his length, stroking himself to line up with your entrance.

“F-fuck, let me feel you baby, p-please.” You whined, reaching up to grab fistfuls of Javi’s shirt, tugging him down to kiss you and lay his body on top of yours.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Javi moaned, slowly filling you up with his cock inch by inch until he had bottomed out against your cervix, letting you adjust to the fullness as he relished in the wet and warmth of your pussy gripping around him like a vice.

“M-move, Javi, please, baby.” The sweet sting and stretch of Javi’s length inside you already wanting to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Javi began to languidly thrust himself in and out of your heat, dragging his cock almost painfully slowly against your velvety walls, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his balls beginning to tighten in his stomach, knowing there was no way he was going to be able to last as long as he would have wanted to in the moment.

“Javiiiii” You whined, your arms wrapping around back, nails pressing into his shoulders as his cock hit the spot inside you that lit you ablaze. His hand snaked between your bodies, reaching down to rub your clit, still slow, taking his time with each graze of his fingertips as his pace held deep and steady. Every thrust in and out of his hips had you wrecked as he filled you so fully and intensely, moaning his name over and over while he grasped the meat of your thighs, pressing your knees against your chest to stretch you open even further.

“God you’re so beautiful. My beautiful fucking wife. Gonna be such a beautiful mom for our kids.” Javi grunted, this thrusts becoming faster and sloppier as he let the reality of his marriage and actual attempts to start trying for a family burn a hole in the forefront of his mind, igniting something even feral within him, knowing he was one step closer to finally giving you and him what you both wanted more than anything.

For Javi to get you pregnant.

The last sentence made your breath hitch in the back of your throat, whimpering at the notion that because you were finally married, there wasn’t much stopping you from tossing out your birth control tomorrow and trying to get pregnant by the end of the month.

“J-Javi-” You whined, trying to form any sort of coherent thought as your brain short circuited from the pure bliss and heart racing thoughts running through your brain.

“What, Osita?”

“I-I want you- oh shit- to fuck a baby into me, Javi. I wanna throw out the rest of my birth control- I don’t care if the house- Jesus- isn’t finished. I wanna stop taking it tomorrow. I w-want you to- fuck- fill me up and get me pregnant.”

You could practically feel the weight of Javi’s jaw dropping to the floor, eyes bulging out of his skull, and heart beating out of his chest, so shocked, he stopped himself mid thrust, just to make sure he had heard you correctly.

“Osita- baby, are you- holy fuck- baby, are you serious?”

You nodded your head frantically, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him in for an electric kiss before leaning back to whisper in his ear, your voice sultry and low.

“I need my husband to fuck a baby into me. Please. Fuck a baby into me, Javi.”

If Javi didn’t have his arms already braced on the bed, there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t have fallen over in pure delight at your request, his stomach now churning with the wildest mix of excitement, lust and pride, spreading up through his chest and across his face, the brown of his eyes darkening and awestruck smile widening.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, Hermosa?” Javi asked, almost rhetorically, a devilish grin spreading between his cheeks as he began to pound into you again, not even giving you a chance to respond, knowing damn well what your answer was.

If his thrusts weren’t already frantically rushed and sloppy, they most definitely were now, Javi practically on the brink of his own high just from the thought of getting to fuck you, knowing there was a real, true chance of getting you pregnant, trying to fight with everything in him to keep from busting right then, needing to make sure that you came again before he did.

The lewd noises of your moans, wetness of Javi’s cock sliding in and out of you, and his hips snapping against yours coated the walls of the room, the both of you having no regard for anyone who may have been close enough to hear you, so caught up in the moment, that at this point, you couldn’t have cared less if anyone caught the both of you.

“Answer me, baby. Mierda- You want me to fuck a baby into you, huh? Want me to fucking fill you up and get you pregnant? Show everyone you’re mine with our baby growing inside you?” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, pounding into your g-spot with blinding force, frantically circling your clit as he felt your cunt begin to clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing you just needed a little bit more before he had you coming undone.

“Y-yes- fuckfuckfuck- I need you to, Javi, p-please baby, please, please, pleaaahhhhhhh-”

Just like that, you could feel yourself gushing around Javi’s cock as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, crashing through every inch of your body, euphoria flooding through your veins, screaming his name while he fucked you through your high, desperately chasing his own.

“I’ll give it to you baby, I- fuck me- I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I’ll give you a family, I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my everything, my- oh fuck!”

Javi’s hips stuttered, forcing a low groan to rumble in his throat as he came, the hot ropes of his spend coating your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop inside you, still pulsing and thrusting inside you, ensuring that nothing went to waste.

Slumping his body on top of yours, your chests rose and fell in sync, trying your best to catch your breaths as you came down from your highs, your mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss to try and ground you back to reality.

“Holy fuck…” You whispered through your labored pants, laughing to yourself from the pure bliss of what had just happened, staring up at Javi with a radiant grin, brushing the sweat-dampened curls from his forehead.

Javi hissed as he carefully pulled out, leaning back enough to see the smile on your face, gently cupping your cheek as he looked down at you with a goofy grin of his own.

“Osita… Were you being- baby, were you serious about what you said?”

“Jav, I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious about anything in my entire life. Is-is that okay with you?” You asked, biting down on your lip.

“Is that okay with me?” He asked, almost mockingly, chucking to himself as he shook his head in disbelief, “We can really throw it away tomorrow?”

“Yup.”

“And you won’t bring it with you on the honeymoon?”

“Nope.” You replied, popping the “p” at the end of the word.

“And there’s- holy fuck- there’s a chance you could actually get pregnant soon?” Javi asked, his face glowing brighter and brighter with each question he asked.

“Mmmhhmmm. Well, I mean, it might not happen right away but- Ahhhh Javi!” You giggled as your husband aggressively peppered ticklish kisses across your entire face, making you squeal and squirm in delight.

“Fuck, I love you so much. Thank you.” Javi smiled, tears welling in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Jav, baby, don’t cry! Why are you crying, you dork?”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. You married me, we’re gonna have a family, it’s just- fuck, I promise, that I wanna spend the rest of my life until the day I die showing you how thankful I am that you chose me. That you gave me all the things I stopped thinking I deserved. I love you so much, it fucking hurts, Osita. Thank you for choosing me.”

Sitting up, you threw your arms around Javi, pulling him close to you in the tightest hug you could muster, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the weight of his body melt into yours, your bodies intertangled as one.

“Javi, you’re the only one it ever could be. Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar. (I love you more than words can say).”

“Hey! Lovebirds! Are y’all in here?”

Over the music and chatter of the party outside, you and Javi had been completely oblivious to the all too familiar southern twang of Steve’s voice behind the bedroom door, gently knocking from the outside after being sent on a mission to find where in the world the two of you had been for nearly a half hour.

“Hello? Mr. and Mrs. Peña?” Steve rapped again, getting nothing in response but silence. Steve shrugged, drunk enough to have no fear to pound on the door repeatedly until the two of you showed up, now reaching down at the doorknob and giving it a jiggle.

Steve was shocked to find that he could turn the handle, writing off the fact that they two of you would be in a room with an unlocked door after the 10 pounds of shit he had given Javi, and with his inhibitions severely lowered, he had no problem cranking the knob and pushing the bedroom door wide open.

“Hello? Earth to Javi and Mrs. Peña, are y’all in here or not because I- Oh Jesus Christ!” Steve shrieked, opening up the door to see you and Javi, your dress still hoisted up to your waist, and Javi’s bare ass completely on display, making the both of you scream just as loud in surprise at your unwanted visitor.

“Murphy! Get the fuck out!” Javi snarled, quickly scrambling to try and pull your dress back down and his pants back up.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ!” Steve yelled, immediately bringing his hand to his face to cover up his eyes, trying to drunkenly stumble as quickly as he could back out of the room, but, because of his intoxicated state and self-imposed lack of vision, Steve found himself colliding head first with the wall, knocking himself to the ground before crawling across the floor like a frazzled toddler, kicking the door closed behind him.

For as devastatingly embarrassed as you were by the whole debacle, you couldn’t help but cackle at the impeccable comedic timing of the whole thing, snickering to yourself as Javi finished buckling back up his pants and helping you up to stand before storming to the door, opening it to find Steve still sprawled on the floor in an a hysteric fit.

“Are you fucking serious, Murph?” Javi growled, completely unamused.

“God, I shoulda kept my bit that Connie cut in my speech. Y’all do know that doors have locks, right? Might be helpful if y’all learned how to use ‘em. Just food for thought.” Steve giggled, watching both of your faces grow beet red in embarrassment and at a loss for words.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Javi asked, pinching the arch of his nose between his fingers, shaking his head in frustration, looking down the hallway to make sure that Steve was the only presence you needed to worry about.

“I’m tryin’ to save your asses before someone else worse than me walks in on the two of you gettin’ it on. Y’all do realize you’ve been gone for almost 45 minutes right? Being the- oh shit-” Steve paused, letting out a giant burp,” ‘cuse me, being the good Best Man I am, I decided to try and find you two idiots before people started askin’ too many questions. So, you’re welcome.” Steve grunted, pushing himself up to stand, cocking his head at the both of, hands on his hips, trying to prove his point. “Also, do you two anything else besides fuc-”

“Steve! Jesus Christ, will you shut the fuck up!” Javi groaned, staring down at the floor, taking a deep breath to compose himself before he decided to kick Steve right back down to the ground again.

“...It’s really been 45 minutes?” You grimaced, looking back between Steve and Javi, shrugging at your husband that any longer, your mom would have been on a search party for you, and it would have been your whole family at Javi’s bedroom door instead of just Steve.

“Yeah, and I’m the first to come lookin’ after ya, so again, you’re welcome. Jesus, Javi, you can really last for 45 fuckin minutes? How the-”

“Murphy!”

“Sorry…”

“Fuck me….”

“Think you and your wife already took care of that one…” Steve muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh.

“I swear to God, Steve…”

“Okay, I’m done! I’m done! Swear!” Steve held up his hands in defense, taking a step back away from Javi.

“Will you please just give us a minute, Murph?” Javi sighed, running his hand through his hair, trying with every bone in his body to keep his patience with his drunken friend.

“Fine, fine, fine. 1 minute. I’m counting. Use your time wisely and appropriately, you sickos.” Steve snickered, disappearing down the hallway, only to peek his head back out around the corner. “And Jav?”

“What, Murph?”

“Your fly’s undone.”

As you and Javi sheepishly made your way back out to the backyard, you couldn't have been more relieved to see that at this point, anyone still left at your reception was far too drunk to care that you had been missing, seeing that almost all of your guests were out on the dance floor, partying away without a care in the world, or any inkling of what you and Javi had been up to.

“Longer than a minute, but beggars can’t be choosers I guess.” Steve chuckled, creeping up behind you with two drinks in hand, passing them both off to you and Javi. “Here. Figured I owe ya a drink. These are on me.”

“We paid for the bar, Murph.”

“Alright, well I guess these ones are on you, Grumpy Pants.” Steve grumbled mockingly, holding up his hands in defense, trying not to stumble over his own two feet as he made his way back to the dance floor.

“Remind me again why I picked him to be my best man?” Javi laughed, taking a sip of his drink, the both of you snickering as you watched Steve whip out some questionable dance moves to “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen blaring in the background and Connie shake her head at her husband.

“Because you love him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an idiot, but he’s a good guy.” You smiled, giving Javi a little nudge, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the dance floor. “Hey-” You paused, holding up your glass and raising it to Javi’s. “Cheers.”

“Cheers to what, Osita?” Javi asked, wrapping his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he brought his glass next to yours.

“Cheers to us. I love you so much, Javier Peña, it makes me sick. Sicker than all this tequila is gonna make me tomorrow after I keep drinking it the rest of the night.”

The two of you snorted, goofily clinking your glasses and taking a hefty sip of your drinks as you looked out on the dance floor, your hearts overflowing with love and joy to know that you were surrounded by all of the people in the world you cared about most, even the ones that couldn’t be physically with you, to celebrate the biggest day of your life and the start of your new forever.

“Cheers, Hermosa. I love you so goddamn much. Maybe the hangover will help distract the nerves on the flight tomorrow.” Javi smirked, taking another sip of his drink as he shook you playfully in his grasp, your faces both lighting up as you remembered that tomorrow, you be in the Bahamas for the next 10 days, where the only thing you needed to worry about was where you wanted to lay on the beach, what drink you wanted in your hand, and now, seeing how quickly Javi could get you pregnant.

“Oh shut up.” You sighed, giving Javi a little slap to the chest before taking another sip of your drink, looking up at Javi with heavy lashes, batting your eyes at him. “You just have to remind me that I have to do some unpacking before we leave tomorrow.”

“Unpacking?” Javi asked, tilting his head in confusion at you, the gears in his brain turning as you bit down on your lip, raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for him to piece together your clue. “Oh. Oh.”

Javi’s eyes went wide as he remembered what you meant, heart racing in anticipation, never imagining before today that he would have been so excited to actively throw away birth control to try and have a kid.

“Can we throw it away tonight?” Javi pleaded, his puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“I’m not sure what difference tonight and tomorrow morning is gonna make, but sure. Happy wedding present.” You giggled, pressing up onto your tiptoes to plant a long, hot kiss.

“Best fucking gift I could ask for besides the fact I finally get to call you my wife.”

As the end of the song slowly faded out, “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” began to play next in the background, your face lighting up in excitement and Javi’s eyes rolling, hearing the song that had been most likely the biggest controversy of your entire wedding planning process now bumping through the speakers, followed by the cheers and hollers of your guests.

“I told you people would want to hear this song.” You said smugly, crossing your arms over your chest, popping your hip at Javi as you sassed him, making him shake his head at your theatrics.

“It doesn’t stop it from being a stupidly annoying song.”

“A stupidly annoying song that people love. A stupidly annoying song that your wife loves.” You teased. “Whaddya say, Peña, can you stand this unbearably stupid song to go dance with me?

“I’d dance to this song with you a million times if it means I get to dance with you.”

Grabbing Javi by the hand, you tugged him out to the dance floor in a fit of giggles and smiles, jumping along and dancing to the beat song after song the rest of the night with your friends, family and husband.

You couldn't help but catch yourself stopping now and again to smile to yourself to take everything in, feeling like you needed to pinch yourself to make sure this was all really real. Just over a year ago, your life felt like it had hit an all time low. You had moved halfway across the country to try and run from your pain, desperate to find any way to bring yourself any ounce of peace in your ocean of hurt. It felt like fate had forsaken you for the worst, kicking you while you were down, and leaving destruction in its wake.

But never in a million years would you have believed that fate would have sent you with a one way ticket to Laredo, Texas, and that trip would bring so much more than just the glimmer of hope you longed for. It had brought you peace, comfort, the acceptance you weren’t sure you would have ever allowed yourself to feel. Laredo had brought you everything you never expected, and all of the things you never thought you deserved.

It brought you Javi- the man who single handedly changed your life for the better, loving you unconditionally for every part of your being and piecing back together the parts of your heart you had left broken.

It brought you the man you now got to call your husband.

Fate and life have funny ways of working together to bring you the things you need the most when you least expect them. And today, as you got to marry the love of your life and your very best friend, you knew you’d be forever thankful that fate stepped in when you needed it most.

La vida es graciosa, no lo crees? (Life is funny, isn’t it?)

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Savior

John Price X GN! Reader

Summary: Faking a distress call making Price’s team save you.

Warnings: Mention of Blood, Dead bodies, Bullets, and Guns

Happening all too quickly, hearing as bullets flew, making men yell out in pain. Smoke appeared out of thin air, watching as it seeped into the room, a loud boom ending it all.

Waiting in the silent stillness of your dark cell before walking upon the gruesome scene, the hallway washed in blood decorated with bodies. Spotting the men that took you from your home, locking you up, promising to do unspeakable things.

A groan from one of the men turned your attention, even with the many holes that riddled his body, still clutching onto the radio. Gurgling into it before taking a last breath, leaving the person on the other end to answer, “What service?” They asked, realizing your escape was in the dead man’s hands.

Sinking to your knees, taking hold of the radio, “Do you need an extraction?” Asking another question making you finally answering “yes,” your hoarse voice talked into the radio.

“Who's confirming it?” The question made the air pause, looking over at the dead body, seeing the name "Barns,” answering with a tight grip, hoping they’d accept it.

“Extraction sent to your location; hold position,” they responded before going quiet. Setting the radio aside, looking over the body once more, choosing to take the gun that was strapped to the soldier’s leg.

Getting up, then walking away further down the hallway, hoping not to have to use it, opening the double doors that ended the hallway, peeking in, seeing nothing, you walked in.

Looking around, seeing nothing but trash and wooden boxes while clutching the gun close to your chest, taking a moment to bathe in the sunlight that shined through the big skylight, but the beauty was quickly shattered as men broke through it, lowering themselves down pointing their guns at you.

Just as tensions rose, a man stepped forward, “Where’s Lieutenant Barns?” He asked, intimated by the man. You struggled to make up an answer: “He’s dead.” Your voice still strained from the past days of only getting your bare needs met by your captors.

Hearing as he took a breath, gun still pointed in your direction. “Did you kill him?” He asks calmly with a much softer gaze, shaking your head looking behind you for a second, alerting him to where things happened.

“Clear the area,” he orders, making the other men follow, going through the doors to the bloody path. “You’re safe now; my name is John Price. Do you know what happened?” Asking walking slowly to you, answering with a shake of a ‘no’ again.

Stepping closer, grabbing the gun gently, letting it go, still staring into his soft eyes, compelling out your name. Seeing as he smiled in response, before holding out a hand, taking it cautiously, allowing yourself to be wrapped in his arms, then lifted into an aircraft away from the scene.

In the few moments, you were safe in the man’s arms, taking in the smell of cigars and dirt wanting to stay resting against his chest, hearing the air that left and entered with a distant heartbeat, wondering how long it would last.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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yutaoko · 9 months

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Desire (Aizen x Female Reader)

NSFW warning!! Contains degrading, slutshaming etc.

Note: this is my first ever post and also my first ever time writing smut for a bleach character so it might not be great :’) hope you enjoy tho!

There was something about Aizen that was mysterious. Was it the way he looked at you? Or perhaps the way his eyes would gaze into yours, almost piercing them? You felt uneasy, but for some reason you craved the idea of wanting to be dominated by this man. You wanted him to do unspeakable things to you, but deep down you were still afraid of him.

You were walking down an empty hallway, a sudden chill running through your body. You were almost certain that you could feel the presence of someone here. And yes, you were right. You felt someone suddenly grab your hand and pull you into a room. Before you could scream, a cold hand covered your mouth.

“Quiet. Not a single sound.” Aizen spoke, in a cold tone.

You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs. The room was slightly dark but you could still manage to see your surroundings. Your heart almost dropped as you looked down, realising that you were sat on top of Aizen’s lap. One hand covering your mouth while the other rested against your thigh.

Aizen removed his hand from your mouth. He let out a small laugh.

“Now I finally have you all to myself.” He whispered in your ear. You suddenly jumped at his voice, but Aizen held you down, then turned you around to face him.

“I didn’t say you could leave, Y/N.” He said, staring into your eyes. You gulped nervously while admiring his features up close. Aizen smirked, as if he realised that you were checking him out.

His eyes immediately darted towards your body. The way your figure was so perfect made his cock twitch. It was clear that he needed you.

You suddenly felt something hit between your legs. You let out a small gasp.

Aizen’s eyes immediately widened, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Grind on me, Y/N. Show me what that body of yours can do.” He demanded, lifting your chin up with his finger.

Your cheeks immediately became hot.

“Yes, Aizen.” You said obediently. You didn’t know if you said that in fear or because of the fact that this was something you wanted to do for so long.

You slowly began grinding against Aizen’s clothed cock. His smirk widened.

“Hell yeah. That’s more like it.” He said.

You bit your lip as you kept going, his cock growing harder by the minute.

“Alright, you can stop now.” He said, holding you.

He slowly got up then held out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You held his hand and he pulled you up, walking towards an empty bed that was at the end of the room. He gently laid you down on it.

He began tugging at your shirt, then lifted it off. He did the same with the pants, then threw both the shirt and the pants to the side.

“You’ve been hiding this amazing body from me…how shameful.” He said, as he leaned forward and towered above you.

He leaned in close to your face and kissed you, your tongues violently clashed against eachother. You gently moaned in between. Aizen slowly pulled away.

His hands slid towards your bra, unhooking it then pulling it off. Your breasts bounced as they were freed, which made Aizen’s cock throb even more. He leaned forward and began licking your nipple, earning moans and whimpers from you while his soft brown hair tickled against your skin.

He immediately moved back, a wide grin on his face as he looked at you.

He began to remove your panties, sliding them off. His fingers circulated around your pussy, causing you to whimper slightly from the tickling sensation.

“Aizen wh-”

Without warning, Aizen immediately stuck 2 fingers inside your entrance, earning a loud moan from you.

“Do not say anything.” Aizen said.

He slowly leaned forward.

“Slut.” He said in your ear, his cold voice sending goosebumps throughout your body.

He leaned back then took his fingers out. He started undoing his pants. Your eyes widened.

“But isn’t it too e-”

“Early?” Aizen interrupted you. “Y/N, there is no such thing as ‘too early’.

He looked at you.

“I could’ve just fucked you right from the start if I wanted to.” He smirked, pulling his pants down and revealing his hard cock.

He placed it over your entrance, grinding the tip against it. You began shaking uncontrollably.

“Now, beg for it like a good girl.” He said.

“A-Aizen…I need…”

“Hm? I can’t hear you.” Aizen said.

“I need…”

“…it.”

“You need what? Speak louder, Y/N.” Aizen said.

“I NEED IT!!!!” You yelled.

“You really are desperate for it, huh.” He laughed.

“Prepare yourself. I’m going to destroy you tonight, my slut.”

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scrapsovereign · 1 month

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“I Have Standards”: A Choose Your Own Adventure Smut Fic

Description: NSFW. Astarion rejects you after defeating the Goblin Camp, so you seek out a certain wizard to make him realize what he's missing out on...

Pairings: Astarion x F!Tav, Gale x F! Tav, Astarion x Gale x F! Tav

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(Choice: Leave Gale’s tent)

(Go back!)

Gale’s request hits you like a ton of bricks. A knot forms in your stomach at the thought of staying with Gale, of what could take place between you tonight. What had started as an attempt to make Astarion jealous is in danger of going farther than you’re comfortable with, and you don’t want to toy with Gale’s feelings any further.

“I’m very sorry, Gale, but I don’t want this,” you reply, uttering your rejection softly.

He’s silent for a tortuously long moment before he speaks.

“I respect your decision. After all, it may be for the best. We just liberated our tiefling friends of their goblin problems, I would hate for them to have an impending Karsus crisis,” he jokes to hide the sting of your rejection.

You sit up, ready to say your goodbyes for the evening when he places his hand atop your own.

“It’s nothing I did, was it? Did I do something to displease you? Make you uncomfortable?” He implores you, looking up with big, brown puppy dog eyes.

You sigh, your guilt compelling you into telling him the truth.

“No, it’s not you, not at all. I owe you an apology. I did all of that just to make Astarion jealous. That was really shitty of me, Gale-“

He squeezes your hand and shushes you with a knowing smile. “Tav, I was not Mystra’s only chosen, nor was I her only lover. I have done unspeakable things to garner a modicum of her attention, to earn a sliver of her love. I am upset with you, but I accept your apology, and I understand.”

Ever the perfect gentleman, he raises your hand to his lips, placing a single kiss at your knuckles.

An uneasy feeling sits heavily in your gut. You’re impressed with the grace that Gale takes news that might make anyone rightfully angry. You’re also suspicious of his behavior. He’s a prideful man, and you expected him to react differently to the news you’ve given him.

You attempt to pull your hand away, but he doesn’t let go.

“In the future, please refrain from playing with my heart any further. To break it into pieces might potentially be the ruin of us all,” he smiles placidly, his previously pleading eyes sharp and dangerous.

You gulp audibly, feeling a bead of sweat dripping down your back.

Luckily, Gale releases you. He sits up and makes his way over to the entrance of his tent, holding the flap open to the side.

“Goodnight Tav,” he says politely, motioning for you to make your exit.

“Gale, I really am sorry. I do like you, I just didn’t think,” you begin, silenced by the palm that he holds up, watching him close his eyes in pain.

“Tav, it really is alright. I’m more than willing to leave it here, no ill feelings whatsoever between us,” he stops speaking, spotting some invisible point in the distance that displeases him. He briefly closes the tent flap and leans in towards you.

“I would be extra careful with Astarion if I were you. Vampires, even spawn, are known to be possessive, jealous creatures. If you’ve caught his eye like I suspect you have, I highly recommend you proceed back to your tent with caution,” he warns, his voice low and soft.

He parts the opening again and you politely wish each other a good evening. You feel an empty pang in your heart when you leave and look back at the closed tent flap, the alcohol making you second-guess your decision to stumble back to your tent.

The merriment of the evening that had been a raucous celebration has died down to a few folks making conversation, some stealing away with a lover, and some slumbering from over-indulging in drink. You plod along to the background of Alfira and Volo strumming away gently on their lutes together, Volo dropping out occasionally to give pointers to the young tiefling bard.

You pass Astarion’s empty tent and linger there, noting that you hadn’t seen him, Halsin, or Lae’zel still around. A poisonous feeling burbles up to the surface when you consider that he might have taken one- or both to bed somewhere nearby.

Finally, you’re back at your tent. You heave a sigh of relief and open the flap, ready to get some rest and fall into the sweet embrace of slumber.

The sight before tells you that you’re going to have a really, really long night.

(Enter Your Tent)

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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Restless Man (Part 2)

Summary: Beau finds out about the reader’s plan of using herself as bait and he’s none too happy about it. When things aren’t adding up, they start to think outside the box and realize Beau’s kidnapping is tied to something much worse than they imagined...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x reader

Part 1

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, angst, bodily injury, kidnapping, threats, mentioned minor past minor character deaths

A/N: Spoilers for Big Sky season 3! Enjoy!

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“So if we work a grid over here from the North side, we’d have more coverage,” you said, leaning over a map on the conference room table. Everyone in the room jumped when Beau threw the door open, the slam of it bouncing off the wall echoing through the room. You stared wide eyed as he stepped inside using his crutch, crossing the room far too fast for a man as injured as he was. “Sheriff-”

“Everyone out,” he growled. You barely moved when he shot daggers at you, his eye actually twitching. “Not you.”

You got a few sympathetic looks as people left the room. The second the door shut, Beau was in your face, barely an inch away. You swallowed when he growled, letting out a low deep breath.

“Beau-”

“I tell you these people want to do unspeakable things to you, things I will have nightmares about forever, a-and you want to offer yourself up as bait?” Hot breath fanned over your face, Beau’s pants ragged as he let the rage pour out of him. “Are you that monumentally stupid? I mean really? Are that much of a fucking idiot-”

“Shut your damn mouth, Arlen.” His eyes flashed with surprise for a split second before the fire behind them re-ignited. “No. No you don’t get to call me stupid for having the balls to say this is our best bet. If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t be like this. But it’s me and you’re scared so you’re coming in here acting like I’m a damsel. Well guess what? I know what the fuck I’m doing.”

He grabbed the collar of your hoodie, fisting it hard. You didn’t let him scare you into breaking eye contract, even if it seemed like he was ready to snap. “Arlen. It’s the best plan to catch these guys.”

“You’re only doing this because I told you I won’t be okay until they’re caught.” He stepped back, dropping his hand. “Drop this plan or I will put cuffs on you and tell them to keep you in lock up. I’m not joking.”

“It’s the best plan,” you said softly.

“It’s the plan that gets you taken,” he said. Beau lowered his head, breathing deeply. “It’s too fucking dangerous and the team knows it. Why do you think they called me?”

You glanced out the conference room window, eyes landing on Pop. The second yours met, he glanced away and put his back to you, pretending to take a file somewhere else. Beau sat back against the table, green eyes turning gentler.

“It was Pop, wasn’t it.”

“He’s your partner. He cares about you.” You crossed your arms, standing before him, Beau’s cheek a painful purple color.

“You told him what those guys said they’d do to me.” He nodded, an air of reluctant about him. “We can’t stop a good plan because you’re scared.”

“We can’t do a stupid plan because you want me to stop being scared.” You pursed your lips, Beau taking hold of one of your hands. “You know how bad this could go, especially when we’re backed into a corner. They get you and we will never see you again and I’m not letting this be our last conversation. We have so many conversations ahead of us, Y/L/N. We deserve to have them.”

With a sigh you sat down in a chair, Beau sliding into one himself. He never dropped your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over top.

“Maybe it’s a dumb idea,” you mumbled. He smiled for the briefest of moments, quickly lowering his head.

“If we had more info, it could work. But it’s way too risky right now.” You hummed, Beau scooting his chair closer, your knees touching. “I am sorry for bursting in like I did and undermining your authority. You’re the senior officer in charge and I’m sorry.”

“You’re scared,” you said with a shrug, glancing at Pop through the window one more time. “You must have told him some pretty bad shit was going to happen to me.”

“I did. Unfortunately none of it is a lie.” You spun in the chair to face the white board, Beau moving beside you, the two of you sitting in silence for a few minutes. “Y/N.”

“You getting the feeling that none of this makes sense too?” you asked.

“Uh huh.” You were both staring at the two suspects pictures on the board, the ones you’d arrested yesterday. “If they’d actually wanted revenge, I’d be dead. If they wanted me to call and say I faked evidence in my old cartel case, they’d have tortured me for it. Or better yet, taken you.”

“Why kidnap you for a week and not get anything out of it?” you asked, leaning forward in your seat. Beau took a sharp inhale, your head turning when you sensed his eyes on you. You raised your eyebrows at him, his lips parting. “What?”

“They’d have taken you to hurt me. So why wouldn’t they take me to hurt you?” You started to shake your head, Beau holding up a finger. “Think about it for a second. If someone wanted to hurt you, what would they do? I’m the person you’re closest to.”

“But why? You said there were cartel guys saying it was tied back to Texas.”

“Or whoever is behind this hired those guys specifically because it’d make them look at my old cartel case. It would put eyes on me. My past. My safety. It gets us looking in the wrong spot and gets our officers all focused on me. It hurts me which upsets you and we’re leaving you vulnerable without knowing it.” You got up, standing in front of the board, trying to piece it all together.

And unfortunately the idea that someone was targeting you made everything make a hell of a lot more sense.

“I haven’t been alone since you were taken,” you said, looking over your shoulder. “I was sleeping at the office. Pop and I would always go with each other when one of us had to stop home.”

“Really?” he asked. You hummed.

“I said no officer was to go anywhere by themselves. We didn’t know if our people were being targeted.”

“You probably saved yourself doing that. And these guys were annoyed because it meant keeping me around and in the dark longer than they wanted.” The board before you told you nothing new but there was a sinking feeling in your gut that Beau was right. If you wanted to fuck with someone, you went after who they cared about. If the cartel had been behind this, they wouldn’t grab him. They’d go after Emily. Carla. You.

“So who the hell did I piss off,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Someone from Texas. Someone that knew enough to hire the two cartel guys we missed back then. What’s the last big case you worked there?” he asked. You sighed, closing your eyes. “Come on. It’s most likely one of your last cases you had in Texas.”

“You know how my last job was undercover?”

He nodded, urging you sit. “You never told me details. Just said it was a rough one and you were never doing undercover work again.”

“Wait here for a minute.” You were faster than him and were quickly in your office, typing into your computer, watching the search bar load. You had a nagging feeling this wasn’t related to work unfortunately. When the screen finally loaded, your stomach dropped, eyes fixated on the bold text in front of you.

“Y/N.” You looked over the monitor, Beau making his way inside on his one crutch. His jaw clenched slightly, a heaviness in his face. “Who got out?”

“They released him. T-they released him two months ago and didn’t tell me. They were supposed to tell me,” you said. Beau limped over to behind the desk, eyes wide when he saw the screen. You opened your lips but every single word caught in your throat. Beau recovered much more quickly than you, pulling you to shaky feet.

Warm hands cupped your cheeks, Beau leaning to look you in the eye. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.”

The pit in your stomach was trying to swallow you whole, eyes welling with tears as you bottom lip wobbled. Beau looked pained and pulled you into his chest, squeezing you tight. You knew he was hurt but you clung to him for a few deep breaths, letting yourself feel small in his arms.

Letting yourself pretend he could stop what was coming.

But that wasn’t true. Not at all. Beau had been taken once already. And he was still in danger.

All because of you.

Beau shushed you as you screamed into his shoulder, letting the feelings swirling through your veins out. “I’ll catch him and I’ll put him in the ground for good. I promise.”

“You can’t do that,” you whispered, shaking your head against him. “Not without a reason.”

“Sheriff.” You risked glancing at the doorway, Pop standing there along with a few other officers. “Everything okay in here?”

“You need to tell them,” said Beau softly. You shook your head, forgetting about how embarrassed you’d be an hour from now for crying all over your boss in front of your co-workers. Beau was the only person in your adult life that you’d told and that took about three years of solid friendship and way too much whiskey to be able to open up.

Beau simply patted your head and kissed the top of it. “Okay. I’ll do it. You stay here.”

He sat you in your chair before ordering everyone back to the conference room. “Beau?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he said. Pop closed the door on the way out, Beau giving you his full attention, kneeling down with only a slight wince.

“What do you need right now, sweetie?” He was using that voice. That sweet, gentle voice he used when he was talking to a panicking victim or someone injured in an accident. All it did was make your gut churn with nerves.

“It could be someone else,” you whispered.

“It could,” he said with a smile. You both knew that wasn’t true though. The timing. The intelligence behind hiring ex-cartel members. Grabbing Beau.

“It’s Henry isn’t it.”

“I’m pretty sure, sweetie.” You bit your bottom lip when he wiped away a stray tear. “Hey. You need to hear this.”

You prepared yourself for him to say he’d protect you, keep you safe. All things he couldn’t actually promise. But somehow Beau knew that wasn’t what you needed.

“If a seventeen year old with no training beat him and put him behind bars, then he ought to be terrified of what you’re capable of now. Because that girl? She’s going to win every single time and he knows it.” Beau tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you felt yourself calm somewhat. “I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

“I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” you said. He kissed your temple as he stood, the room quiet when he was gone. You distracted yourself by writing a few emails, one perhaps a bit too nasty to be sending but someone had seriously fucked up and it had to be corrected in the future.

With a sigh, eventually you found your way into the back of the conference room, Beau sitting at the head of the table with his laptop up. All eyes turned on you, Beau clearing his throat.

“As I was saying, Henry Frisch is suspect number one and is highly dangerous.”

“Isn’t it premature to assume it’s this Frisch guy?” asked an officer sat at the table. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.”

“Frisch got out of prison a few months ago. He’s smart, has money and I know all of you can see this is far more logical than thinking those two dumbass cartel guys were behind this,” said Beau.

“But you’re still assuming.”

“He is,” you said, feeling the heat of everyone’s gaze. “But Arlen is right. Frisch doesn’t directly target his victim. He goes after who they care about. And…”

“And?” asked Beau. You crossed your arms, staring at the floor.

“Houston correctional services can’t locate him. No credit activity in Texas in the past month. He’s not there. The two cartel guys left Texas around the same time Frisch disappeared.”

“It’s too much to be a coincidence,” said Beau.

“So who’s the victim if it’s not Sheriff?” asked a different officer. You kept on staring at the ground, a sharp intake of air around you. A quick glance showed an old picture of you on the TV screen, face looking not all that dissimilar to Beau’s. His eyes caught yours, giving you a small nod.

“Frisch was a high school english teacher. Fifteen years ago, he became obsessed with one of his students.” Beau put a picture of him up on the screen. The part you hated most was that Henry looked like a normal guy. He didn’t look crazy or scary. He was just a man.

“Officer Y/L/N.” You snapped out of your thoughts, Beau nodding at you. “You don’t have to be here for this.”

“In all fairness, I do.”

“I won’t sugarcoat this.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” He hummed, trusting you’d leave if it was too much for you. He pulled up a report on the screen, one you’d seen a million times.

“On a Friday night, Frisch went to the Y/L/N home sometime between nine and ten wherein he killed Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N in the living room. He then turned off the lights and waited for the daughter, Y/N Y/L/N, to arrive home.” You held your chin up, biting the inside of your cheek. “Our Y/N.”

“Holy shit,” someone muttered.

“Obviously his plan didn’t work out so well,” you said. Someone slapped you on the back, Beau forcing a smile in your direction.

“Y/N came home shortly after ten thirty where she discovered her parents. At this point, Henry Frisch attempted to abduct Y/N and the pair got in an altercation that lasted several minutes. Y/N ended up winning that one and I have no doubts we’re going to win this one too.” Heads nodded throughout the room, Pop putting his arm over your shoulders and giving you a side hug. “Let’s find this son of a bitch. Everyone be on high alert. He will go after any one of us. The closer you are to Y/N, the more of a target you are and he will know this. He planned Y/N’s abduction in high school for months before acting. Expect that same level of coordination. Pop, I don’t want you leaving the station unless necessary for the foreseeable future. You’re her partner so you have an extra target on your back.”

“Everybody.” You took a deep breath. “Don’t underestimate this man. Henry won’t think twice about killing you.”

“You beat him when you were a teenager. He might be smart but we just have to find him and then we got him,” said a cop on the far side of the room. “Just saying. He can’t be that strong.”

“She just told you not to underestimate him,” said Beau, standing and narrowing his eyes. “I would listen to her.”

“He’s not some giant. He-”

“Officer Y/L/N beat him because she was pumped full of adrenaline and going through shock at discovering her parents. It was literally a fight for her life. Yet somehow, she was smart. Smart enough to be logical while in the worst moment of her life. That teenage girl didn’t beat a weakling. She beat a man that took down two grown adults. It wasn’t because she was physically stronger. No way was she that. You want to know what she did? How she won?”

“Beau.” You gave him a warning glance. He might have known all the gory details but the rest of them didn’t need to. Beau backed off, the officer looking to you. “I am lucky to be alive. The only reason I am is because he got cocky. You can trust he won’t make that mistake again.”

The room went quiet, Beau letting everyone take a beat. You sighed, stepping forward. “Sheriff Arlen, you’re not authorized to be working. You’re on medical leave. Someone escort our fearless leader back to my house and make sure he stays there. Or he can stay at the hospital. His choice. But he needs to rest, not work.”

He raised his eyebrows, balking at you. “Excuse me? One of my officers is targeted and you think I’d-”

“You are as much of a target as I am. Hell, you’re an even bigger one. I want three officers with Arlen at all times,” you said, pointing at three of your people. “Clear the house, thoroughly, and then keep his ass inside of it until we find Frisch.”

“How the hell do you expect to do that?” said Beau, standing grumpily on his crutches.

“We know what he wants,” you said.

“No fucking way.”

“You’re not in charge right now,” you shot back.

“Neither are you.”

“I’m your second in command,” you growled. “You can’t-”

“Officer Y/L/N and I are in a relationship.” Your heart skipped a beat. He didn’t just say that did he? Did, did he not realize how much trouble he could get in for dating an officer that reported to him? That he had authority over? He could lose his damn job.

“He’s lying,” you said, trying to cover for him. “We all know he hates the idea of baiting Frisch by using me and he’ll say the craziest bullshit to stop it. He-”

“Crazy bullshit?” he asked, walking over slowly. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are out of line, Arlen. Turner, take him to my house-” You froze when Beau stopped in front of you, grabbed your waist with his good arm and pulled you flush against him before delivering an exceptionally long kiss.

“You’ll lose your job,” you whispered when he broke apart, keeping his face close.

“If I have to lose it to protect you, so be it.” You shook your head, Beau shushing you. “I am not letting Henry near you. End of story.”

“You’re an idiot,” you said.

“You’re both idiots,” mumbled someone. You stepped back from Beau, watching him right his shoulders.

“If someone wants to report me for not disclosing a relationship that started 12 hours ago or thinks this is favoritism, go right ahead. Now I’m not at full speed right now. I get that. And I would kill to take a nap right now. But I am your leader and I will do what I have to in order to protect each and every one of you. I don’t agree with Y/L/N’s idea of bait. I find it too risky and we’re not jeopardizing her to get this over faster.”

Beau inhaled sharply. “I am going to go rest because I’ve had a hell of a week. If you don’t respect me, trust me, that’s fine. Y/L/N broke no rules. I did. She is still the officer in charge. Come up with a better, safer, plan and execute it.”

“Nice speech and all sheriff but you do know literally everyone in the office has been waiting for you two to get together, right?” You and Beau both scrunched up your faces, getting a quiet chuckle from the room. “Wow. They are oblivious.”

“Pop,” you said, getting a shrug from him. “You didn’t tell me? You’re my partner!”

“It seemed kind of inevitable, especially after the past week. You’ve been a little tense. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t think either one of you should be in charge right now. You’re both way too close to this.” Your jaw dropped the same time you saw a proud little smirk appear on Beau’s face.

“Alright then. Turner, you’re in charge. Y/L/N,” said Beau as you frowned. “Work with your team, Y/L/N. You’re their best intel on Frisch.”

You sighed, grumpily agreeing. While everyone started brainstorming other ideas, Beau slipped out of the room. It was easy to catch up with him in the hall, Beau wincing more than before. You ducked under his good arm, helping him to his office where he sprawled out on the small couch.

“You really need to lie down in a bed, Beau.”

“I’m not leaving this station and neither are you,” he grunted, trying to fix the pillow behind his back. You helped adjust it before leaving for a moment, returning with a thick shock blanket from the supply closet. You draped it over top of his body, Beau closing his eyes. “Remind me not to stand on this fucking ankle.”

“Can I get you anything?” You sat on the edge of the couch, stroking your hand over his head.

“Someone needs to run by your house and grab my medicine. And maybe an air mattress. I’m serious about us not leaving here.”

You nodded, Beau nuzzling your hand when you brought it to his cheek. “Frisch won’t kill me.”

“No. But he’ll make you wish you were. He’s a psycho and fifteen years in prison didn’t do him any wonders I bet.”

“I’m going to try and understand how he got out. I would swear on my life his sentence had no parole available.” Beau slowly opened his eyes and nodded. “He got two life sentences. How could he have been let out like that?”

“Frisch came from money you said?” You hummed, Beau taking hold of your hand, interlacing your fingers. “A payoff is unlikely, not after fifteen years. They were supposed to let you know he was being released too, considering your history.”

“He didn’t escape. The system says he was released. But why on earth would they let him out?” A knock at the door made you both turn your heads, Pop’s face somber. “What is it?”

“We did some quick digging and apparently Frisch got out due to a technicality. Something to do with chain of evidence a lawyer uncovered recently. The sentence for the attack on you was only fifteen years so they had to let him go,” he said. You let out a long sigh, Beau squeezing your hand.

“We’ll find him,” said Beau, nodding towards Pop. “See if you can figure out where he’s staying and who his lawyer was for this technicality. He might know have an idea of where Frisch is.”

Pop left after Beau gave him a few more notes, the two of you quiet. Frisch was a nightmare, a nightmare Beau had to live with now as much as you. He’d gone after your parents without a second thought and now Beau was next in line.

Because of you.

“Do me a favor, Y/N. Stay safe for me, okay?” You kissed his temple and gave him a small nod, standing after a moment and turning off the light so he could get some rest.

People were back at their desks, seemingly working on something. You wandered over to Pop’s, taking a slow seat in the chair next to his. “You guys figure out a plan?”

“We’re working sheriff’s ideas. I could use some help going through properties in a hundred mile radius that fit the bill of where he’d want to take you, probably someplace similar to where Beau was.”

“Beau,” you smiled, glancing at his closed office door. “We found Beau because we trailed that guy with the out of state plates, right?”

“That house tied back to a phony name though. It was rented under an alias.” You leaned forward, still smiling. “What?”

“The house Beau was in? That was a secluded two story craftsman. Not a lot of craftsman in this area. I knew the floor plan because I grew up in a two story craftsman just like it. The same house Frisch came to and told me how he got us a home just like that one for us to live the rest of our lives in.” Pop looked leery but you didn’t have anything better to go off of. “If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. But I really think we should look at all craftsman style homes in the area first. Rentals, foreclosures, new sales.”

“Alright,” he said. You stood and smirked. “You’re pretty sure about this, aren’t you?”

“I’m pretty sure Beau was kept alive because Henry doesn’t want to kill him. Beau’s meant to keep me in line. He would have grabbed me too but I pretty much lived at the station the past week so he didn’t have a chance. But he’s going to want to try again, I guarantee it.”

“Let’s hope you’re right and it’s that simple.”

“Me too.”

Unfortunately, things with Henry were never simple.

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A/N: Read the Final part here!

#beau arlen x reader #beau x reader #big sky #big sky fanfiction #beau arlen #beau x you #beau arlen x you #beau arlen fanfic #beau arlen fanfiction #reader insert

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sleepyrainart · 8 months

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Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: Trying on Shank's top and trying to sneak away from Benn Beckman.

Female reader.

Stepping out of the misty bathroom and into your room. Hearing the vague sounds of the party still going strong. You knew it would continue until the crew passed out. But you didn't want to spend another night on the beach. Thinking about sand getting everywhere. No, thank you.

You grab one of your boyfriends shirts, big and comfy. Arms sliding through the long sleeves. Tugging it over yourself. You go to button it up. But your fingers only meet fabric. Moving them around, just in case you missed the little buttons. You look down. Pulling the shirt to your face. Is this sharpie? Are the buttons drawn on? No wonder his shirts are always open. The buttons are missing.

Waking in an awkward position. Against the warm body of a man. His strong arm wrapped around you. Fingers stretched across your hip. His warmth almost pulling you back to sleep.

But reality hits you hard. You don't know this man. His name may have slipped your mind. What can you say, you're bad with names. Also, you were tipsy, so it wasn't your fault.

Just imagining the morning makes you wince. Oh god, no, you would not survive the embarrassment. Sneaking out was your only option. But that was made a lot harder by the fact you were touching. What are you going to do? Was he a light sleeper? You hope not.

Slowly grabbing his palm and waiting with bated breath. Nothing happens. Gently prying his fingers from you before placing his hand on the bed. Waiting a few seconds before detaching yourself from him. The cold air ambushing you.

Disgruntled, you move over his arm, climbing off the bed. Legs weak under you, nearly giving out. But thinking about how bad it would be to fall right now. You manage to hold yourself up. Thanking whoever was watching over you.

Grabbing whatever you could to cover yourself. The silky material of his cape drapes over you like a blanket. Helping a little with the cold. Searching as quietly as you could for your clothes. You find a pile of his. Where were yours?

“What are you doing?” His gruff voice asks, and you inwardly curse. What have you done to deserve this? Why were you so unlucky? Does the universe hate you? Why? Why? Why?

“Nothing much, you?” Replying when the silence stretches for a bit too long. Once again, mentally cursing yourself. Why did he wake up? You were so quiet. You didn't even fall. Eyes locking onto the door. Your escape from this situation. Your salvation was only a few steps away.

“Well,” he starts before you hear the flick of a lighter. The smell of nicotine drifting over. “I was trying to sleep. But then I felt the pretty girl leaving.” His gruff voice doing unspeakable things to your insides.

“Oh.” You can't stop the nervous laugh. Not really knowing how to respond. Subtly edging closer to the door. Your escape from this awkward situation. Hearing the covers rustle. The bed springs shift with his weight. Startling you before freezing up.

“Usually the girls I take to bed can't even stand. Let alone walk straight.” He says from right behind you.

“Cool story, bro.” Slips from you before you can even think.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed.😍

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Lastochka AU - Strange marriage

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: He wants you, and maybe you want him too?

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature to Explicit Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, talk of gore, Smutty smut talks.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. I seriously don't know how. Thanks to @siilvan for listening to my weird blabbering on Nik, @nrdmssgs giving me correct Russian words.

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You are lying in your bed. Staring at the ceiling.

Naked.

With Nikolai’s face buried between your breasts, arms holding you tight, lightly snoring away.

How did you two get into this situation?

Why did you even say yes to marrying him? To a man that you haven’t even gone on a third date with?

“So what do you say, Lastochka, will you marry me?” Nikolai stood there, with his arms crossed, a scheming smile on his face.

You blinked your eyes a few times before turning towards the ruined carpet.“..... get someone to clean up the carpet first before we discuss marriage please. I am going to lose my bond money because of that.”

Nikolai let out a barking laugh and shook his head, amused by your response. “Oh my dear, dear Lastochka.” he chuckled as he took a step closer, gently pulling you into him.“Whatever my little bird wants, she will get it. Come. Let’s get you back into bed. You must be tired. I’ll deal with all this tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.”

Exhaustion overtook you as you lean into his chest, eyes slowly fluttering close. Getting chased, getting shot at, seeing your date’s (delicious) near naked body, people breaking into your house and dying in it, plus marriage proposal. It’s been a long day.

You woke up to an empty bed.

With a half awakened brain, you started to wonder if the events from the previous day were all but a dream. Until you hear slight clinking noises coming from your kitchen, and the faint smell of cigarette and musky cologne on your bed sheet reassures you that, in fact, everything that happened was real.

Slowly strolling out of your bedroom, yawning and scratching your head, you notice the glasses on the floor have been cleared away and a slight cold breeze blowing through the broken window.

You shivered slightly as you dragged your wearily body towards the kitchen. Some caffeine will do you good. That’s when you notice Nikolai’s standing in front of the stove, pouring some freshly made coffee into a mug. Your mind starts to wander again.

Nikolai wakes you up with kisses on your face, murmuring into your ears, with his low and husky morning voice, telling you how much he wants you,how much he lov..…..

Snapping back to reality again with Nikolai now standing in front of you, two cups of coffee in hand, eyebrows cocking up with a worried look as you stood there, zoning out.

“Morning Lastochka. Had a good sleep?” he greeted you after you rubbed your eyes, distracting yourself from spiralling down a rabbit hole of unrealistic thoughts. Oh the voice, that husky voice, just as you have imagined, making you want to drag him into your room and do unspeakable things.

Damn it, lusting after him again. Grabbing the coffee as you fidget around restlessly, not daring to look at his face nor trusting your voice without blurting out your unhinged thoughts, you let out a little squeak of confirmation after taking a sip of the coffee.

“Good. I have organised someone to come over to get everything fixed when we are out.” Nik said as he made himself comfortable on the breakfast bar stool. Awkward silence ensues between the two of you as he stares at you.

“So…” you perked up, breaking the silence. “About the question from last night..” you trailed off, not quite knowing how to proceed. Nikolai's eyes opened wide, as if he just remembered something.

“Oh, that reminded me. Be right back.” he strides back towards the bedroom, and appears again, minutes later. He proceeds to kneel in front of you, with a ring in hand. “Got to do this properly. Now, my lovely Lastochka, would you marry me? For your own protection? ”

“Where did you get the ring from?!!” you gaped, reeling.

“Somewhere.” he shrugged, not elaborating more. This man just keeps bringing you surprises after surprises, first crashing into your life with his crazy driving, taking you on a surprise date (you still need to plot your revenge against Kyle and the Captain for that, you reminded yourself), and now, where the hell did he manage to produce that ring,out of thin air? Has he been carrying it around with him all this time, or he just kept it in some mysterious space that you don’t know about?

“Don’t like it? I can get a new one, you pick.” he commented as he saw you staring at the ring, frowning. “Oh, no. No, It’s beautiful, I am just admiring the design..it’s fine.” you replied hastily, shaking your head, reassuring him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

Closing your eyes letting out a sigh, before you opened it again, to point at your left hand and give him your reply. “Just put that ring onto my finger Nikolai.” you are so sure you are going to regret this later down the track.

The brilliant smile that appeared on his face made you swoon slightly. He carefully slides his ring onto your finger, and holds it up to his lip, kissing it lightly, all the while keeping his eye on yours.

“Not going to give your fiancée a kiss on the lip?” you quipped, “To celebrate our engagement?” One thing you have noticed, after each date, he doesn’t give you a proper kiss on the lip. He would hold you close, kiss your hand, your head, or the most, just lightly on your cheek. What is holding him back?

“I am saving that for much later.” as he replies, you can feel his hand that’s grasping yours tightens up.

“You scared?” you taunted, deciding to be a bit brave, pushing him a little bit.

Nikolai stood up all of sudden, startling you. As he leaning down close to your face, lips a few inches away from yours, he voice drops impossibly low, dripping with want and lust.

“OH my Lastochka, you know why I've been holding back?” he purred, one hand sliding up your arm, your neck and cupping your face, sending shivers down your spine. “Once I start, there will be no holding back. You will be screaming out loud, begging for mercy, and crawling back for more..” he warned.

“Sounds like my cup of tea.” you smirked. Game on. If he is issuing you a challenge, thinking you are some weak damsel that can’t take a bit of pounding. “Let's see if you can satisfy my appetite with what you got, милый.” you deliberately punctuated the endearment in Russian, retorting him.

He growls as he pulls you closer, body impossibly tight against his. “If I was you, I wouldn’t throw down your gauntlet so easily.“ he warned, giving you one more chance to decline. Oh, he is definitely turned on. You can feel the hardness through the pants. Maybe you should play with him a little bit more.

You pushed yourself away from him,letting out a dramatic sigh.“On second thought, maybe we should get married first, before we do anything..out of wedlock.” you said, patting on the face. “I’ll go get ready for our important day, I am sure you want your fiancée to look presentable for the big day?” With that note, you turned back towards your bedroom, leaving a half stunned and roused Nikolai standing in the middle of the living room.

Only if you know what awaits you that night.

“You think it's fun being a tease, Lastochka?” You stared at your… now officially husband, through your half lidded eyes.

As soon as both of you passed through the threshold of your apartment door, he pushed you against the wall, grinding you.

“It’s called getting you into the mood, dear husband.” you replied with an airy voice, fiddling with his gold chain. “Besides, who was the one that kept groping my ass while the celebrant was going through the paperworks?”

“Oh look who's talking?” he smirked, "I distinctly remember my lovely wife’s wandering hand touching me, while begging to be taken before we got home?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Nikolai.” you huffed, yanking him down lightly by his gold chain. “And show me a good time, like you promised. Or are you all talk and no show?”

His mouth descended on you before you could react. And it’s not the gentle, loving kiss he gave you at the registry office. This a lust, longing, want, and desire, pouring through the searing kiss. He isn’t holding back this time.

The two of you tearing each other's clothes off as both of you stumble towards the bedroom, mouth only left each other as you spotted the now spotless living room through your peripheral vision.

“Oh, the window and carpet are all fixed up.” you commented, panting away. “Look better than before too.”

“Eyes on me, Lastochka, the carpet isn’t gonna give you a good time, I am. “ he gently grabbed your face, turning your attention back. “ Unless you want me to take you on the floor in front of the window..” he snickered as he made the suggestion.

“Save your back ,old man, I think the bed will be more comfortable for you.” you retorted as your hand searched for the door knob to your bedroom behind your back. He reached over and helped you open it. That’s odd, you thought. You don’t remember shutting the bedroom door before you left the apartment….

Your eyes widened with surprise as you turned around, freshly made bed with rose petals scattered around the top of your bed, incense candles with your favourite scent…..

…. With five boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lubricant sitting on the side table.

“Like my surprise?” Nikolai whispered as he looped his arm around your waist from behind, kissing your neck, eliciting a small whimper from you.

“So confident that we will need that many condoms?” you huffed as you try to control your breathing, getting more and more turned on as his hand wandered further down towards your now dripping core.

“Ah, my Lastochka,” one hand travels back up, brushes past your nipple, making you shiver as he grabs your chin, “ You did request me to satisfy your very big appetite, and who am I to deny my beautiful wife’s request?” he responded with a hint of arrogance.

“Being cocky with your mouth now are we? Now let’s see that real cock of yours is just as clever as the one above.”

You have to admit, you actually like the romantic touch, despite taking a jab at his effort.

No, the sensible side chided you. He is doing this because he is luring you into bed ( which is doing quite successfully) giving you a good time, protecting you from other strange mobs with the marriage of convenience. You reminded yourself, to keep resisting the urge of falling deeper for this man. Just think of it as a one night stand, once off friend with benefits. Until he slides his fingers between your wet folds, teasing your clit with his thumb. Ok, maybe you wouldn't mind having this more often. Keeping him in your bed seems like a good idea.

The moment his cock was fully presented to you, in all its glory, lust triumphs over logic. How he fills you, makes you scream out for him, melting with his touch. You even manage to put his ego in check with him whimpering underneath you a few times, riding him hard.

As you slowly drift off to sleep with his light snoring and rumbling vibration as a calm and soothing presence, you work hard pushing away that little bubbling warm feeling in the corner of your heart. You don’t want to think about it now. Denial switch flipped on.

One thing for sure, you want that cock all for yourself, on call, 24/7, for the rest of your life.

“So, what’s been happening?” Gaz asked as he settled himself on the stool, pushing your pint of beer towards you. “I haven’t seen you in a few months, it’s good to catch up again.”

Nodding him a thanks, you took a gulp of the beer before you answered his question.

“Well… Work has been busy. House got broken into as you probably heard from Price.. And Oh, I got married.” you tried to pass the news off nonchalantly, eyeing your friend’s reaction from the corner of your eyes.

Gaz spat out his beer.

“Could you repeat that?!” he gaped at you, beer dribbling out from his mouth, in disbelief.

“I, um, got married? And please wipe your mouth Kyle…” you replied meekly while passing him a napkin. You held out your left hand out, showing him the engagement ring and wedding band. Gaz grabbed hold of your hand, staring at the ring close up, with a confused expression.

“But, how, when,why, where,what… wait. Most importantly, WHOM WITH?”

Before you could open your mouth again, you felt a pair of arm snakes around your waist, followed by kisses peppering your cheek.

“Hello my Lastochka, sorry I am late. Had few businesses to take care of first..” Nikolai purred, “Oh hi, Gaz.” he greets Gaz, like an afterthought.

“Wait, him?!!!” Gaz pointed at Nikolai, utterly shocked. You smack at Nikolai’s hand that is subtly gliding towards your thigh as you roll your eyes.

“Yes, him. Why are you acting all surprised? You were the one that introduced me to him.” You plaster on an exaggerated and annoyed smile on your face. You finally got your revenge on him. You will never admit to him, not even a little, that his years of matchmaking effort finally paid off.

“Who’s surprised? What is going on?” Soap and Ghost appeared behind you and Nikolai, cutting into the conversation.

“Ah! There is my lovely brother in law!’ Nikolai’s arm let go of you, turned towards Soap and scoop him up into a bear hug, taking him by surprise. Grabbing him by the shoulder after letting him go, Nikolai laughed and dragged Soap towards the bar area, “Come! We have a bit of celebration to do today. Drinks on me! You should know what the best vodka tastes like and you will never want to touch whisky again!.”

Still out of the loop and confused on what is happening, Soap looked back at you for an answer, you just shrugged your shoulders and let your husband drag him away.

Oh well, at least your new husband is having bonding time with his new in-law.

Shaking your head, you turned back towards Ghost, “Sorry, you gonna have to deal with his hungover tomorrow.” you apologised.

“Nothing new.” he grumbled as he took his seat beside Gaz, elbowing him to knock him out of his shock. “Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you. Just got to tell my parents now.”You sighed. Something you are not looking forward to. Their daughter got married all of sudden, to someone who they never met before. Oh well, you can use Johnny as an excuse, at least he knows Nikolai well enough.

“I am not helping you with that.” Ghost quickly replied, not wanting to get into the mess of things.

“Hey! Not fair, I helped you and Johnny!” you pouted. Damn it, you were hoping he could help you to convince your parents. “At least they knew about my existence beforehand.” he grumbled, still refusing to get involved.

You pulled Ghost’s sleeves. “Come on.. “ Half begging him while putting on your best puppy eyes. “How can you refuse my request???”

“Come on what? Sorry I am late.” Price appeared beside the table, apologising. “Why is Nikolai doing vodka shots with Soap?”

AH, here comes your next victim, you turned towards Price, with plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face, Price frowned, instincts from years of battlefield experiences had his alarm bell ringing.

“Now… wouldn’t you want to know…say, you feel like taking a trip with us to Scotland?”

You ended up dragging the whole team to your parent’s farm, as your backup as you introduce your new “husband” to them.

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ablinkntime · 15 days

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(under a cut for length -- just a soft little thing i've been pecking at. 1400 words)

Every moment spent with her children was a gift.

Just holding them was a miracle, in her eyes; she'd feared that the experiments she'd endured, the unspeakable acts of mad men who wielded science the way a toddler wielded a handgun, had left her barren. It made sense, given the myriad scars that riddled her midsection and the way they'd crowed about her genome…

She almost hadn't dared to feel the joy when they'd realized that she was pregnant, the first time. In fact, she'd almost slipped completely into denial, refusing to change, to slow down -- to stop fighting -- because it couldn't possibly be real, and she wasn't sure she could bear the heartbreak if it wasn't. It had been Rogue who finally got her to see reason, but that had only served to spike the fear in the young woman.

When they'd returned to the compound the moment had been a tense one; she'd been standing behind Raze, and Creed had seized the youth by his shirt collar -- still tacky with fresh blood -- and nearly lifted him from his feet, demanding to know where they had been and why they had hidden from him.

He couldn't admit his rage was coming from a place of fear -- that Clarice had been recaptured, that the experiments had gone on, that they had done something to her baby… but then two things caught his attention. The first, of course, was the unfamiliar scent -- sweet, soft, new… and then a tiny whimper, and his eye snapped to the bundle held against Clarice's chest, and all the strength left the famously powerful man. "Pup… look what you did…"

"Look what I did," she'd replied, beaming tearfully at him.

That was five years ago. Little Charm had had Creed wrapped around her finger from 'go'; all she had to do was turn those round yellow eyes up at him and stick out her lip and he'd bring her the moon, if she asked. In her, he got to see a bit of what it might have been like if Clarice had been born to him. Made his old heart feel like all the fighting was worth it.

Charm now had a baby brother, too; eight months old, chubby as a puppy, and, as far as anyone could tell, a flatscan. It'd remain to be seen what form his mutations would take, what his genetic potential might be, and his resemblance to his parents was in the smaller details; markings on his cheeks, bright green eyes, soft pink hair. And if Creed had doted on Charm, he was obsessed with Orion, carrying the tiny boy -- and tiny he was, perched on the man's thick arm -- almost everywhere as long as he was home.

Theirs was one of the larger rooms still left relatively unscathed in the old mansion; the windows had no glass and they'd had to board over the skylight to keep out the rain, but the bed was soft, and it had a large closet which they had repurposed into a nursery for their little ones. A narrow bed was wedged into the rear of the space, making a perfect little alcove for Charm, while a crib sat near the door for Orion. And Clarice sat, curled into the corner of Charm's bed, her baby on her chest and her little girl -- she'd be starting kindergarten soon, if she'd been able to attend a real school -- asleep against her side, when Creed's head poked in the doorway. Her finger went up to her lips, and he crept close, lowering himself to sit on the floor next to the mattress.

"Big man's downstairs, apparently he sniffed out a lead he wants to check out," he said quietly, a hand coming up to brush Charm's hair out of her face. "Never thought I'd get to see you like this, pup," he added, one side of his mouth pulled in a smile, the pride practically glowing in his amber eyes.

"Me either," she replied, her hand coming to grip his tightly. "I'm… I'm doing the right, thing, aren't I? I'm not being selfish?"

"Oh, pup." He reached up, big hand cupping her cheek gently. He knew the fear that plagued her heart, he'd heard it from Rogue and Magnus back when they were expecting their Charles, and from Clarice both times she'd found herself pregnant. "Will you quit this already? Look at these cubs. They're perfect."

"I know," Clarice sighed, hitching Orion a little higher against her shoulder; he was absolutely limp, sleeping the deep, unbothered sleep of which only infants and small children were capable. Absolute trust that their mother would protect them, that tomorrow would come. "But--"

"But nothing, Clarice." His thumb tweaked her chin lightly. Charm shifted, whimpering softly, and he easily slid the girl into the crook of his arm; she tipped into the grip, knowing his touch as unconsciously as she knew that of her parents. "There's no safer place in the world for them, no better guardians than this family."

The sight of her little daughter, curled in a happily sleeping little ball against Victor's chest -- as much a grandfather as she would ever know -- made Clarice's chest constrict. She remembered the first time he'd held her, a tiny two-month-old who almost neatly fitted in one broad palm, and she'd been just as calm and comfortable in his presence. She felt the tears slip down her cheeks and she leaned close; his other arm curled around her, putting the children between them as her shoulders hitched a little.

"Do you talk to Raze about these thoughts?" he asked, fingers lightly stroking over her hair and feeling the little nod that came in reply. "Good, good. Just makin' sure. I know you're scared. I know you'd do anything to protect them. You know I'd tear this world apart if anything happened to any of you. I don't even want to think about what he'd do if something happened to you or one o' these cubs. So just… trust that. Trust this. You've come so far, you deserve this." He fell silent, and then a low noise started up, deep in his chest. It was one she'd heard often, but only in the dark of night, when nightmares came to torment them and they needed comfort.

It would surprise so many to know that Sabretooth could purr.

She smiled in spite of her tears, nuzzling the side of the man's face gently. "Thank you, Mr. Creed," she said in a quiet voice, tipping her head to kiss his cheek.

"Pup, when are you going to call me Victor," he asked with a low chuckle.

"You'll be Victor when I'm just Clarice," she replied, and they both knew the real answer: never. It wasn't an honorific. It was a term of endearment.

It was how she called him 'dad', and he knew it. He just found it a little funny, since Raze had long since graduated to equal footing -- calling him 'Vic', or 'Pop', if he was feeling affectionate. Every time Charm called him 'Paw Paw' he melted, and lately Orion was making his attempts, sounding like 'Pah Pah'. He looked up then, hearing someone coming; a moment later, Raze's head poked through the door, and the perplexed expression changed to a warm smile.

"Pietro told me to stuff it and go to bed," he whispered, moving to sit at the foot of Charm's little bed. The space was now thoroughly crowded, but not a one of them would complain. His hand settled on the back of Clarice's where it supported Orion's body, thumb stroking the digits lightly. He could tell she'd been crying. "Overthinking again?" She nodded, and it warmed Victor's heart to know Raze barely had to ask. He just knew.

He'd been a fool to think he could keep this from happening. A fool to think it wasn't right. Not when this, sitting before him, was everything he'd ever wanted for a scared, half-starved little girl he'd pulled from the fire. Love, family. Home.

Rising, he slipped Charm back onto the mattress, kissed her hair, then moved to do the same on the top of Clarice's head, giving Orion's little head a soft stroke. He reached out to Raze then, leaned down, butted his forehead against the other's. "G'night."

"Goodnight, Mr. Creed," Clarice whispered, and Raze echoed, "G'night, Pop."

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wrestlezaynia · 1 year

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"Ayez Pitié."

A/N: I loved this pic so much I decided to use it as the fic graphic.

"I misbehaved and..." The redhead pauses to remove his belt and offer it to Kevin. "Need to be punished." His voice dripping with desire.

Kevin furrows his brows and politely declines Sami's offer by pushing his hand away. "Sami, I'm not going to-" his sentence interrupted.

"But it's what I deserve." Sami interjects, his voice wavering. "I did terrible, unspeakable things to you Kevin and I need to pay the price."

Kevin shakes his head in response, refusing to relent. "I don't want to hurt you, Sami." He murmurs, watching the tears prick Sami's eyes.

Sami's bottom lip quivers as he shoves the belt in Kevin's hand, forcing him to hold it. "Please take it, Kev." He pleads in desperation.

"Sami, Sami stop!" Kevin exclaims, his shrill voice echoing off of the paper thin walls as he's forced to grab Sami's wrists. Loosening his firm grip to take his hands into his own, holding them gently. "Stop."

Their eyes meet and Sami loses control. A tidal wave of emotions crashing down on him as he slumps to the floor, beside himself.

Concerned for his well-being, Kevin kneels down beside him. Before he has time to react, Sami pulls him into his arms, burying his face in the crook of Kevin's neck and sobbing softly. "I'm sorry, Kev." His voice muffled as the tears continue to flow. "I'm so sorry, habibi."

A shiver runs down Kevin's spine at the contact. He forgot what it feels like to be held in Sami's warm embrace. His eyes flutter shut as he clings to Sami tightly, their bodies pressed flush against each other. "Shh...it's okay." Kevin soothes, caressing the small of his back.

Releasing a contented sigh, Sami relaxes in Kevin's arms. Nuzzling his face in Kevin's neck and inhaling the familiar scent. Purposely dragging his lips across Kevin's skin, knowing it's an erogenous zone.

Stifling a moan, Kevin leans back to look at Sami. His eyes swollen and puffy as he reaches up to gently wipe the tears away. Their eyes lock, chests rising and falling in unison as if sharing the same breath. Kevin leans in close, his gaze remaining fixed on Sami until their lips connect. His hand moving to rest on his cheek, cupping it tenderly.

The rhythmic thumping of Sami's heart fills the otherwise silent room as Kevin advances toward him. A soft whimper emerges from his throat at the feeling of Kevin's soft lips pressed against his own as he kisses back with fervor, hooking his arms around Kevin's neck and bringing him closer, practically straddling his lap in the process.

Kevin smirks into the kiss, amused by Sami's eagerness. Eventually their lips part, leaving both men gasping for air as they press their foreheads together, listening contently to the others heartbeat. His smoky grey orbs twinkling with delight at Sami's dazed expression.

Once Sami manages to recover, it takes him a moment to realize the awkward position he put himself in. "Sorry," he apologizes sheepishly, the heat rising to his cheeks. "It's been a while."

Kevin nods in agreement, tightening his grip around Sami's slender waist with his arm while reaching up with his free hand to delicately tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "Too long." Kevin replies softly. "Are you going to be okay?" He asks, concern etched across his face.

Sami flashes him a reassuring smile. His honey eyes full of love and adoration, shimmering magnificently in the moonlight. "I am now."

Tagging whoever loves these two as much as I do.

#Zowens #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens #Hurt/Comfort

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The Best Revenge is Living Well- Chapter 27

“Can you fucking believe that? He didn’t even say he was sorry, he just hopped around it like we were too stupid to notice!”

Mo paced back and forth across the deck, gesturing wildly in their anger. Izzy sat on the railing of the main deck, his bad leg propped up as he methodically carved a small piece of wood.

Izzy nodded, not looking up from his work. “’Course I believe it,” he said levelly. “What were you expecting, love? A tearful apology?” He glanced up at his partner when they huffed, only growing angrier by the second. “I don’t know,” they admitted, scowling as they threw their hands in the air. “Don’t know if I expected anything, but I guess I assumed the words ‘I’m sorry’ would be in there somewhere because Stede said he wanted us to gather to hear Edward’s apology.” They scoffed. “Pretty sure I’m not the asshole in this situation.”

Izzy sighed wearily, stilling his hands as he watched them pace, their agitation not easing.

“You’re not the fuckin’ asshole,” he said, sounding exhausted. “Now would you stop pacing? You’re just going to wear yourself out. You’ll need new boots by the time we dock at the rate you’re going.”

Mo frowned, their gaze fixed down at the deck as they shook their head. “Sorry, Iz. Can’t stop. Got too many thoughts right now. If I stop, I’ll need to do something else, and this is the least destructive thing I can think of at the moment.” They turned, their brow furrowing as they regarded their partner.

“How in the hell are you taking this so well?” they asked suspiciously. They slowed their pacing, moving closer to him and watching as he calmly sliced slivers off the chunk of wood he held.

Izzy shrugged. “You get used to it after a while,” he said levelly. “You know how many people have apologized to me since I’ve been at sea?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Not many, my love. Mostly you, actually.” A small smile pulled at his lips as he glanced at his partner.

Mo frowned, their arms crossing over their chest as they came to a stop, leaning against the railing next to him, unable to stop their foot from tapping rapidly against the deck. “Well, that doesn’t mean it’s right,” they said stubbornly. “He should still be held accountable for his actions. Fucking everyone should. There’s no growth without repercussions.”

Izzy gave no sign that he heard them, other than a quiet hum.

“Seriously,” they asked, placing their hand on his thigh, running their thumb over his knee, “aren’t you upset at him? He fucking shot you, Iz, you deserve to be angry at him.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter as much to me anymore,” he admitted gruffly. He looked up as Mo gave him a confused look, finally setting aside his whittling. “I’m mad he shot me,” he said wearily, holding their gaze levelly. “Mad I lost my fuckin’ leg because of him and his stupid suicide mission. But I don’t need to focus on him anymore.” He corners of his lips upturned. “I have a new focus now. Besides,” he said, returning to his work, “shouldn’t let grief or anger get in the way of living.”

Mo nodded reluctantly. “Guess you have a point there,” they admitted quietly. They squeezed his thigh. “When’d you get so fucking wise, Israel? Did that happen when I was away?”

Izzy huffed a small laugh. “Always been wise, darling.” He smirked, his gaze fixed down as he whittled. “You know, you’re not as different as you’d think. You and Edward,” he said casually, glancing up from his work to gauge his partner’s reaction. His smirk grew as he watched them flounder for words, their shock momentarily derailing their anger.

“Wha-what the fuck does that mean?” they demanded, gently nudging him as they pushed off the railing, once again unable to resist their urge to pace. They desperately needed to burn through some energy, to do something to calm down. “I am nothing like that prick. I would never do the kind of shit he did here, even if the unspeakable happened.” They glared at Izzy, daring him to contradict them.

“Never said you would,” he said levelly, sheathing his knife before carefully standing up. He laced his fingers together loosely, letting his arms hang in front of him as he leaned against the railing. “You’re better than him,” he promised, watching them intently. “Don’t mean to imply otherwise. Just noticed a few common traits. Don’t think either of you realize how similar you really are.”

Mo scowled, crossing their arms over their chest, finally coming to a stop in front of him. “And what would those be?” they asked roughly. “Our common traits?”

Izzy grinned. “Well, you’re both defensive, for one.” He chuckled when they scoffed. “Both have a flair for the dramatic,” he continued, “and both of you are guarded about your past.”

Mo snorted. “Like you’re not,” they muttered under their breath, their foot tapping rapidly against the deck.

“You’re both short tempered,” he said, looking at them pointedly. “Both need to move when you’re agitated. And when you’re caught off guard or overwhelmed, you both want to fight through your problems.”

They frowned. “Yeah, but I’d never do this,” this insisted, kicking their boot idly. “I’ll fight a bloke, sure, but I usually ask first, not just grab whoever’s nearest and start torturing. And I’d never cause lasting damage, even if I was upset. I’d never cut off extremities or-”

“You’d never shoot someone,” Izzy interrupted, a calming smile on his face. “Mo, I know. You’re not him. You work on your issues for one,” he said with a breathy laugh, “and you have limits. Edward lost most of his a while ago. Don’t know if he has any left, other than not to hurt Bonnet.” A smile flickered across Izzy’s face. “You have some of his good qualities too,” he continued, his tone gentler.

Mo twisted on their feet, turning from side to side and using the repetitive motion to soothe their irritation. They felt like they’d been hit in the chest, all the wind knocked out of them as they listened to the ways they reminded their lover of Blackbeard.

“Yeah?” they said weakly, tearing their gaze off the deck to glance at him.

Izzy shifted, pushing himself off the railing as he walked towards them. He gently held onto their arms, his head lowered as he tried to catch their eye. “Yeah, love,” he said humorously, smiling softly. “You’re smart, and quick on your feet. Funny too, when you’re not being an ass.” Mo laughed weakly, finally looking up at their grinning partner. He moved a hand up their arm, coming to rest on their shoulder as his thumb brushed against their neck. They couldn’t help but let their muscles relax under his touch.

“You know people, how to talk to them. Could befriend a fuckin’ squid if you had enough time.” They smirked at his teasing tone, resting their hands on his hips. “You’ve got that…whimsy that everyone on this ship does. You can find the joy in anything, some way to have fun.” Izzy smiled softly. “Always envied that in Ed,” he admitted, his thumb running over their jaw absentmindedly. “Never really knew how to find good in things. Not until you, anyway.” He sighed quietly, a content sound as he looked at them, his dark eyes soft. “You make it easier.”

Mo couldn’t help but smile softly. “Glad to be of help,” they said quietly, wishing they could freeze this moment. What they would give to stay like this forever, to live a life of these moments with Izzy.

They grinned slowly, unable to stop the small chuckle that escaped them as their head leaned forward, their forehead resting against his chest.

“What?” he asked, already laughing as he ran his hand up their back.

Mo laughed, unable to raise their head to look up at him. “I guess I just always saw myself more like Stede,” they admitted quietly, grinning even as Izzy groaned dramatically.

“Oh, fuck off with that,” he said, no real venom behind it. “I would not fall in love with a Stede Bonnet.”

They grinned, pulling back enough to look at him. “Guess that makes you Stede then,” they said carefully. Izzy rolled his eyes, cupping their cheek as he pressed his forehead to theirs.

“Neither of us are that flouncy twat,” he said firmly. A small smile flickered across his lips, his gaze softening as he watched them, still laughing to themselves. “You’re lucky I love you,” he continued, his voice lilted humorously. “If anyone else had the gall to call me Stede fuckin’ Bonnet, they’d be in the ocean by now.”

Mo giggled, lacing their arms behind his head, resting their hands on the back of his neck. “I know,” they said cheekily. “And I am very grateful for your infinite patience for me.” They grinned as Izzy leaned forward, their hands coming up to gently hold his head as he kissed them. When they parted, they couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Guess no one else would get a kiss for calling you Stede either,” they said quietly. They laughed as Izzy grumbled, dropping his head to rest on their shoulder with an exasperated sigh. They ran their fingers through his hair, holding the first mate close. “I am lucky,” they said, still chuckling as they pressed a kiss to his temple. “And not just because you put up with my jokes.”

Mo was able to avoid Edward for most of the day, leaving a room when he’d enter or glaring at him when he looked at them too long, looking like he was considering approaching them. Only Lucius seemed to share their concerns, holding a grudge against their former co-captain for his near death experience and everything that followed it. The two were relieved to have someone else aboard who took issue with Edward, especially after his lackluster apology attempt in which he took no responsibility for his actions or the harm he had caused. The rest of the crew seemed to accept his presence fairly easily, even those he had kept almost as hostages for those horrible weeks of separation. Archie, Jim, and Oluwande were able to goof off together as they swabbed the deck, and Frenchie was finding joy in stitching together a new flag for the ship, one of his own design. When Mo asked him his thoughts on Edward staying, he shrugged.

“It is what it is, babe,” he said, not taking his eyes off his project, the large bit of fabric laid across a table in the galley. “Just glad to have Ed back.”

Mo frowned, tousling his hair and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Agree to disagree,” they said. “I’ll be right back, love. I want to show you something.” They returned a few minutes later, holding a stack of papers.

“What’s that?” Frenchie asked, holding his needle between his lips as he looked over at them.

Mo sank into a seat at the table next to him, placing the papers on the table and sliding it towards him with a smile.

“It’s letters,” they said simply, watching with a grin as he set aside his work, giving them a questioning look as he picked up a piece of paper.

Frenchie grinned, looking at them in amazement. “For me?” He laughed when they nodded, flicking through the pages with glee.

“You left me notes,” Mo explained with a grin. “Figured I could return the favor and give these to you when I found you. Mine aren’t as good as yours, but I tried, and I figured you’d still like them, even if they do look like they were drawn by a monkey.”

Frenchie chuckled. “Yeah, well you were right,” he said, still not looking up as he shuffled through the papers. “About me liking them, I mean, not them looking like they were drawn by a monkey.” He frowned slightly, lifting his head as he thought. “Maybe a cursed monkey, but not a regular one.” He shook his head, thumbing through the pages again as he grinned to himself.

“No one’s ever given me letters before,” he said quietly. “Figures, since I can’t read. But look!” He held up a paper, showing them a crude drawing they had done of the two of them, standing on the Revenge with goofy smiles drawn on their faces. “I get this!” he proudly proclaimed, grinning ear to ear. “I know what you meant, clear as day, and it’s not just ‘cause we have the same brain!”

Mo laughed, relieved that he could tell what they were going for. They would never expect him to be mean about a gift, but it was comforting nonetheless to see him react with such genuine joy.

“I’m glad you like them,” they said honestly, leaning against his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure my point would come across with a lot of them, but I wanted to try.” They sighed. “Wanted to be able to bring you back a souvenir of some kind,” they said quietly, watching his nimble fingers shuffle through the drawings, “but I couldn’t find anything worth stealing that I could carry. Matt didn’t have anything worthwhile on him, just a few coins he probably stole from someone, but I had to use those to pay for food to get back to the Republic.” Mo propped their chin on his shoulder. “Next time we dock though, you can bet your ass you’re getting a present,” they declared with a grin.

Frenchie laughed, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. “Ahh, you know you don’t have to get me anything,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Being your mate is enough.”

“Best mate,” Mo corrected.

He nodded. “My mistake. Bestest mate in the world,” he said, nodding towards them.

Mo shrugged, giving him a sympathetic look. “You’re still getting a gift. Not as a form of payment or anything like that,” they added, “just because you’re my best friend and I love you.” They laughed, shaking their head as they thought. “Oh boy, if I was rich, you and Izzy would be so spoiled,” they said. “Maybe even more than me.”

Frenchie laughed. “Yeah, imagine that,” he said. “Kept man Izzy Hands. A proper housewife, that bloke.”

Mo grinned at the thought. “Don’t think that’ll ever happen, even if we robbed the King and Queen themselves,” they said, chuckling. “I love that man, but my gods is he stubborn. Not to mention that it’s almost impossible to get him to just sit still, even for ten fucking minutes. Take away his work and he’d go insane.”

“Yeah, but he’d do it for you.” Frenchie said, smirking playfully as he nudged them. “You know he would.”

They smiled, dropping their head bashfully. “Yeah,” they said quietly, giving a reluctant nod. “He probably would.” They looked up, still unable to meet their friend’s eye as he grinned. “I’d still never ask him to be a ‘kept man’,” they continued insistently, “let alone a housewife. Having him as my husband will be more than enough.”

Frenchie’s eyes widened, one hand darting up to cover his mouth as the other gripped their shoulder tightly. They stiffened at his grip, turning to face his with a confused expression.

“Mo Berch,” he said quietly, almost conspiratorially even as a grin spread across his face, “are you…are you planning to propose to him?”

Mo blushed, their face burning as they turned red. “I didn’t mean now,” they protested, their voice hushed. “I mean, Izzy wouldn’t be ready, and we’re still adjusting to being back together. We need to finish fixing up the ship and figure out what’s going on with Edward before even thinking about anything else.”

Frenchie nudged them, grinning widely. “Answer the question,” he urged, his eyes wide.

They sighed wearily, unable to fight off their own grin even as they rolled their eyes. “Fine,” they said lowly, as if admitting a great secret, trailing their fingers over their friend's neat stitching. “Yes, I’m going to marry that man. Someday,” they added with a pointed look. “But please don’t say anything to anyone. Roach is already joking about it, and I don’t want Izzy to have any pressure from the crew, one way or the other.” They frowned, finally meeting their friend’s gaze. “You know he gets weird when other people expect something from him. I really don’t want this to be something he gets weird about.”

Frenchie nodded solemnly, crossing his heart quickly, his eyes shining brightly. “Don't know what you're worried about though. Everyone already knows,” he said, frowning lightly. He laughed when they frowned, clearly taken aback. “You two aren’t subtle,” he pointed out teasingly, bumping his shoulder against theirs. “Always together, always smilin' when you’re near each other. Not to mention how casual he is with you. He’s usually tighter than a clam, but he practically melts when you’re around.” He snorted. “I’d feel bad for him if you didn’t propose. Poor bloke is clearly hopelessly in love with you.”

Mo smiled, blushing again as they looked down at their hands. “I take it that means he has your blessing then?" They asked, glancing up at him hopefully. "You wouldn’t mind having him as basically a brother-in-law?”

He beamed, taking their hand in his own and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’d love to have him in the family,” he assured them. “Didn’t go through all that effort hidin’ him away because I didn’t like him. And he makes you happy,” he said, nudging them gently. “That’s the most important thing. If he’s good enough for you, he’s good enough for me.”

Mo smiled, leaning against their tall friend again. “That’s good,” they said. “Because I don’t think there’s a force in the world strong enough to keep me from marrying him.”

When Mo returned to the main deck, they found Izzy teaching Stede in the ways of pirating. They couldn’t help but grin, barely hiding their laugh behind their hand as he smacked their captain’s ass, sending his across the deck hanging on a rope, squealing as his hands were burned by the rough material. Izzy shook his head, clearly torn between being exasperated and amused at the sight as Stede whimpered, laying on the deck hopelessly. Their partner noticed them watching, giving them a brief wink and a small smile before chastising Stede’s choice of gloves.

Mo grinned to themselves as they crossed the deck, searching for Wee John. Now that everyone was safely reunited, they wanted to take him up on his offer of knitting them a blanket. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind their request for him to make it big enough for two. Not finding their friend on deck, they ducked down into the ship again, giving Izzy a wave and a warm smile as they crossed the ship, silently wishing him luck on his next task of teaching Stede how to shoot a gun. Gods knew he needed it.

Mo was helping Fang haul treasure into a storage room when Izzy found them, ducking through the open doorway, resting his arm against it as he watched the two pile up everything he and the crew had worked so hard to steal during their time under Blackbeard’s captaincy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, frowning as he watched his partner stack another chest of coins on top of a crate.

Mo turned to face him, wiping at their brow with the back of their arm. “Captain asked us,” they explained breathlessly, gesturing to the growing hoard around them. “Wanted it all condensed. Out of the way.” They tipped their head to the side, their hands resting on their hips as they studied him. “What’s up? You need something?”

Izzy seemed to rouse himself, standing up fully as he remembered his purpose for entering the room. “Just wanted to let you know that we’re going on a raid,” he said levelly, as if telling them he was making a stop to pick up eggs from the market. “Trying to teach Bonnet a thing or two, before he gets us all killed.”

Fang looked at him anxiously, a small frown on his face. “How’s he doing?” As fond as they all were of Stede, no one was disillusioned about his skills as a pirate.

Izzy huffed a sigh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “’Bout as expected. He has...” he trailed off, scowling as he thought of an apt description, “considerable room for improvement,” he settled on, rather generously. Mo ducked their head to hide their small smile. A few months ago, he would be hissing and screaming over having to teach Stede anything. Now, he was making efforts not to insult the captain, even when asked his thoughts directly.

“We’ll find something Bonnet is good at,” Izzy continued. “Might take us a fuckin’ month at this rate, but we’ll find it.” He turned towards Mo, pointing a finger at them. “I want you to stay out of harm’s way,” he ordered. “We’ll have enough trouble keeping Bonnet safe, I don’t want to have to worry about you too.”

Mo opened their mouth to protest, unable to stop the indignant sound that came from their throat. To their surprise, Fang beat them to the punch, seeming just as offended as they felt.

“Hang on, Izzy,” the soft-spoken man said, his brow furrowed as he frowned. “They’re one of our best fighters. You can’t just put them on the sidelines.”

Izzy’s eyebrows set in a hard line, clearly not expecting any pushback from Fang of all people.

“He’s right, love,” Mo said carefully, not wanting to risk pushing back against his authority too much. “I can handle my own in a fight, and it’d be stupid to make me sit this one out.”

Izzy leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed as he looked at them levelly, examining them closely. “Do you think I’m stupid enough to think I can get you to stay out of a fight?” He watched them intently, clearly expecting an answer.

Mo shuffled, suddenly feeling awkward under Izzy’s gaze. They were uncomfortably aware of the apprehensive look Fang gave them, looking down at the floor as their throat ran dry.

“Well…um…I, uh, I don’t know how to respond to that,” they admitted uncertainly.

Izzy gave them a lopsided grin, huffing a small laugh. “Mo, if I asked you not to fight, you’d still fight,” he said calmly, his voice surprisingly warm. “Everyone on this bloody ship knows it, me included. Then we would fight, and you know I’m not keen on that. What I was asking,” he said pointedly, “wasn’t for you to stay out of the fight entirely. Just don’t do something stupid, love. I don’t want you causing trouble, doing anything risky.”

Mo frowned, kicking their boot aimlessly. “I don’t do stupid things,” they said stubbornly, their voice quiet. “At least not during fights. Out of fights…maybe, on occasion.” Izzy chuckled.

They looked up at their partner, frowning even as they saw the affectionate way he looked at them. “Why didn’t you tell Fang to stay out of trouble?” they demanded, laughing despite themselves. “I mean, no offense, Fang,” they added, turning towards their large friend with an apologetic look.

Fang shook his head, holding up his hands. “None taken,” he promised. “I’ve made mistakes. I’m human too.”

“Fang doesn’t run into danger the way you do, love,” Izzy explained. “He has decades of experience. Never had a serious injury.” Fang frowned. “Had that stab in my leg that one time,” he said, rubbing his thigh absentmindedly.

Izzy nodded reluctantly, rolling his eyes. “That wasn’t pretty,” he conceded. “But your life was never in danger. But you,” he said, pointing at his partner, “you’re still getting your footing. Shouldn’t be taking any chances.”

Mo grinned, crossing their arms over their chest. “You want to talk about getting your footing?” they asked in amusement. “Iz, you have a wooden leg. I’m not the one you need to worry about. In fact, I should be the one telling you to stay safe.” Izzy rolled his eyes again, the small upturn of his lips betraying his faux exasperation, even as he sighed heavily. Mo grinned. “Yep, I’ve made up my mind,” they declared. “I’m sticking with you, Iz. In battle as much as out of it.”

Fang giggled. He shrugged when Izzy shot him a perturbed look, not shirking away from his gaze the way he used to. “Sorry, boss,” he said, not seeming remotely sorry, still grinning like a school child.

Izzy sighed heavily, looking wearily back at his partner. “Suppose I can’t stop you if you want to fight near me,” he said reluctantly, his voice low. “But under no circumstances do you put yourself in danger,” he continued firmly, giving them a stern look. “That’s an order from your first mate.”

Mo smiled, shrugging noncommittally.

Izzy frowned. “You need to agree,” he said lowly, raising an eyebrow at them.

They shrugged again, walking across the small room to meet him, doing their best to ignore the burning of Fang’s gaze on their back.

“Stay out of danger, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” they said quietly, grinning up at Izzy, their hands resting on his hips.

He blushed at the proximity, his eyes lowered to their shoulder as he tried to think of a response. “I-I have a job to do,” he stammered out, unable to meet their adoring gaze. “Can’t promise anything, you know that.”

Mo smiled softly. “And I can’t promise that I won’t intervene if I think you’re in danger.” They grinned. “Pretty sure you already knew that though. Everyone else sure does. Right Fang?” They turned, laughing at the way the older pirate startled, as if he was caught spying on them.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he said haltingly, adjusting his stance nervously as he nodded. “We all know.”

Mo chuckled, turning back to their partner with a sweet smile. “You stay safe, and I will too,” they promised. “Now, is that all you needed, First Mate Hands?”

Izzy nodded hesitantly, still having a hard time meeting their gaze. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat. “That was it.”

They nodded, smiling softly. After all this time, he was still so easy to fluster. “Okay,” they said. “Then I’ll see you later, my love. I’m going to go get some more treasure. It was an order from a superior, after all.” They chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back, leaving the room to grab their next trunk of plundered gold and jewels.

Izzy cleared his throat again as they left, ignoring the blush he knew was staining his cheeks. He glanced at Fang, who was still awkwardly staring at him, seemingly in shock from seeing such a display of affection from the first mate. “What are you looking at?” he asked, sounding remarkably casual for a man with a face dusted with pink. He straightened his vest, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles. “You heard them. Back to work, Fang,” he ordered, nodding towards the door.

Fang stumbled as he walked across the room, muttering an “Aye, aye,” on his way out, unable to hide his small smile.

Mo was expecting yelling, clanking, and gunshots as they boarded the ship Stede had selected as their target. The deafening silence they were greeted with was much more chilling, not helped by the dead bodies sprawled about, or the strange symbols written in blood across the deck.

“Congrats, Bonnet,” Izzy said dryly beside them, resting his hand on Olu’s shoulder as he shifted. “You picked the only ship where everyone’s dead.”

Jim muttered something under their breath, quickly crossing their chest, whispering urgently in Spanish.

“What’s this all about then?” Frenchie asked nervously, stepping closer to Mo as Izzy walked off with Stede to investigate.

Mo shook their head, looking around at the carnage with wide eyes. “Dunno,” they said quietly. “Can’t be good though.”

Frenchie shifted anxiously on his feet, leaning over to whisper to his friend.

“I really don’t like this,” he said, pulling at his scarf. “Looks like witchcraft to me.”

They sighed softly, reaching out to take his hand. “Don’t worry, love. This was done by regular people.” They looked around, grimacing. “Really fucked up, unnecessarily brutal people, but people nonetheless.”

Frenchie shook his head. “You don’t know that,” he insisted lowly.

Mo looked up at him, hating seeing how nervous he looked. His brow was furrowed, and a deep frown pulled at his lips. His wide eyes never stopped sweeping across the deck, as if expecting a ghost or a cackling witch to appear out of nowhere and attack him.

“Frenchie, you know I don’t believe in witches,” they said carefully.

Their tall friend frowned, still on the look out for danger. “All the more reason to be vigilant,” he said absentmindedly, shifting closer to them. “I know to expect them, but you, you’re more vulnerable. Nonbelievers are always the first to go.”

Mo sighed heavily. They opened their mouth to speak but were cut off as Jim stormed out of a cabin.

“We need to leave,” they insisted, looking deeply troubled. “Right now.”

“Wait,” Mo called, their worry coming back to them. What if not everyone on board was dead? Izzy would be an easy target, walking around on his new prosthetic with only Stede to watch his back. “What’s wrong? Where’s Izzy?”

Jim laughed humorlessly, grabbing Archie’s arm and Oluwande’s hand, already leading them back to the ladder they had used to board. “He’s in the captain’s quarters with el idiota,” they said bitterly, giving them a wide-eyed look. “Grab him, now,” they warned.

Mo’s heart lurched. Nothing scared Jim. They sprinted across the deck to where their friend had emerged, throwing open the door and looking around wildly for their partner. To their surprise, he stood inside the cabin with Stede, looking completely relaxed, if a bit displeased by their bad raid. He turned to face them as they entered, his hand already on the handle of his sword before he recognized the sudden intruder. He relaxed immediately, but tensed again as Mo threw themselves at him, wrapping him in a tight hug. He stumbled as he caught them, quickly hugging them back with a confused look on his face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly, his breath tickling their ear.

Mo laughed weakly, pulling back enough to look at him. “I, uh, I just got worried,” they said lamely, still breathing quickly. “Jim came out, was saying some ominous shit, and it freaked me out. Needed to know you were okay.”

Izzy smiled warmly down at them. Before he could respond, a voice came from behind them.

“Ah, well that’s lovely!”

Mo turned, finding Stede wearing a ludicrously extravagant red coat jacket. He watched them with a warm smile. “It’s so nice seeing you two together again,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, hey, Stede,” they greeted weakly. “Sorry, just didn’t see you there.” They chuckled weakly, still holding tightly to Izzy’s arm as they turned fully to face him. “Guess I kinda had my blinders on. Is, uh, is that jacket new?”

Stede grinned, spinning dramatically before straightening the jacket out to show them. “What do you think?” he asked, unable to hide his glee. “Can you believe it? What would a bunch of priests be doing with such a gorgeous ensemble?” He turned, facing a mirror as he posed in his new jacket.

Mo bit back a grin, their heart finally beginning to calm down from their panic. “It’s rather…dashing,” they said slowly. “Very bold, that’s for sure.”

Izzy sighed heavily. “What it is is ridiculous,” he drawled, clearly not amused. “Not to mention impractical,” he added, grimacing to himself.

“Well, I have been wanting to make bolder choices,” Stede said absentmindedly, ignoring Izzy’s comment. “Oh! This could be my new captain jacket!”

Izzy and Mo exchanged a look, having the same thought but neither knowing who should say it. Izzy nodded towards them, and Mo took a deep breath.

“Stede,” they said carefully, watching their captain revel in his newfound fashion statement, “you know that clothes don’t have a big impact on captaining ability, right?”

Stede hummed, not taking his eyes off his reflection. Izzy rolled his eyes, looking away in exasperation.

“Oi!” they called loudly, chuckling as he jolted, turning to face them finally. “Sorry, mate," they said, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Had to get your attention somehow." They took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Look, I’ll level with you, alright?” Stede nodded, frowning suspiciously. “It’s a good jacket,” they said, “and it looks good on you.” He beamed at the praise, raising his head like a preening bird. “But,” they added, giving him a sympathetic look, “this won’t fix your captaincy worries for you. Only you can do that. Looking like a ‘real captain’”, they said using air quotes, “won’t make people see you as more of a captain. You just need to work on building up your skillset and your confidence.”

Izzy chuckled next to them. “Maybe not the confidence so much,” he said quietly.

Stede scowled, straightening his jacket with far too much zeal as he glared at the first mate. Mo gently elbowed their lover, barely able to hide their smile when he held their arm, maneuvering them to wrap his arm around their waist, resting his hand on their hip.

“Don’t listen to him,” they advised their captain. “I mean, do, but mostly just about piracy. When it comes to people skills, he’s still learning.” Izzy scoffed. “Thought you were supposed to be on my side,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a chuckle.

Mo grinned at they turned to look up at him. “I am when it matters,” they said matter-of-factly. “Besides, it’s not something you don’t know. You’ve got a lot of talents, Iz,” they said fondly. “Your people skills just aren’t quite there yet.” He rolled his eyes, giving them a small smile.

“Anyway,” they continued, turning back to Stede. “I guess what I’m saying is, the clothes don’t make the captain. And you already have a bit of an advantage, Stede,” they added. “You already have loyal friends. You just need to work on your authority and your practical skills.” The captain nodded reluctantly, still toying with the hem of the ornate jacket’s sleeves.

Mo smiled, unable to deny their friend one bit of joy. “That being said, the jacket does suit you.” They grinned as his face lit up. “I think you should keep it, if you like it that much.” Izzy groaned next to them, and they moved closer to him, pressing against his chest and giving him a pleading look over their shoulder. He sighed softly, but stopped complaining, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple.

Stede had turned back around when they looked at him, smirking as he admired his reflection. “I think I will,” he said, striking a daring pose.

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