#ive been chipping away at the whole fic for months ngl but it's some of my favorite writing ive done recently

[boundbysand]

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Being red heightened Scar's senses in a way he never would've thought possible. If he focuses hard enough, he can almost feel the beating of Grian's heart, he can almost see the vein of his pulse protruding from his neck. It was beautiful and tempting and horrifying. Scar finally manages to pull his eyes away from Grian when he gets the sudden urge to rip it out with his teeth.

He doesn't know what to make of these thoughts, doesn't know which of them are really his and which of them are the ghosts of his past lives possessing him. No one else is red yet. Just Scar. How can he know for sure that this is the effect of dying twice? How does he know he's not just using the hostility as an excuse to let his subconscious run rampant?

His thoughts about Grian are typically more lust-filled than violent, but maybe there's something about being red that lowers his inhibitions and intensifies the thoughts. It's not awful, honestly. It's a bit horrifying, yes, but the horror is overcome by the knowledge of how good Grian looks in his sweater, and the thought of how he'd look even prettier covered head to toe in red.

Not now, Scar thinks. In due time.

Grian will be red eventually and Scar will be able to relish in it as much as he wants then, but for now, Scar is focused on keeping him by his side.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 58. brb x oc

a/n: sometimes we get shit days......like I did!! Ngl I'm not the happiest with the chapter so um...im sorry??? ive been having cramps the whole day so that could be........why.EITHER WAY COULD BE BETTER

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none

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-

He wakes up renewed, almost desiring to stay in bed since he was so relaxed. He hums happily, turning to the side in hopes to see Bea but the bed is empty and cold, which meant she woke up before he did. Unusual but not impossible since they had Nicole.  

He’s smiling however, moving to her pillow to smell the lavender scent that never seemed to leave her body. He wondered if that wasn’t just her normal smell and not a perfume. Bradley woke up really happy, not only he had an amazing night - he could still remember everything that happened with detail - but he knew he’d have an even better day. 

He was so glad that Beatrice was slowly going back to her old sweet self, sometimes he’d see her eyes glaze and look at nothing but she’d snap back into reality quickly. While he was in bed, enjoying the softness and leftover warmth under his body, he couldn’t help but remember that their anniversary was coming up and they hadn’t planned anything. 

Honestly, he wasn’t sure if they’d be able to, he still had to check if he wasn’t deployed by then. While everything has been calm these past months he couldn’t be too optimistic because he could be called at any second and leave for God knows how long. 

Bradley groaned, running his hands up and down his face to wake up and then sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wipe the sleep off his eyes as he heard Beatrice’s gentle singing coming from downstairs. He couldn’t understand the words but he knew she was singing to Nicole. He knew he had to go to work, even if his body demanded that he stayed longer in bed, he had to get up. 

And so he did, with some difficulty,walking to the bathroom. 

He usually never rushed his morning showers, but that day he really wanted to enjoy it. He was having a really good morning and he had to get ready for the day, so he allowed himself to just let the water fall down on him in silence. 

“Roos?” her soft voice calls and he looks over to the door, seeing her blurry figure approaching the shower. She opens the door just enough to peek inside, “Hey, good morning.” 

“Hey, come on, I’m at a disadvantage here.” he chuckles, then wipes his face with a hand to lean closer, pecking her lips sweetly, “It’s a great morning, gorgeous.” 

Beatrice tried to not flick her eyes downwards where rivulets of water dribbled down his body and below his navel or else she’d be very distracted, “I just wanted to check what you’d want for breakfast today.” she smiles, “Maybe some pancakes?” 

“Hm,I’d love some.” 

“Good, because I found a chocolate chip recipe I think you’ll love.” she says, slowly backing away, “I’m going to let you shower, Nikki just had her own breakfast and is enjoying her bouncer with the dogs, I just took the time to check on you.” 

“Gorgeous you know I love when you check on me.” he purrs, grabbing his soap to lather over his chest and adoring how she just fought back from following his hand, “Did you shower yet?” 

“Roos.” 

“I’m just asking.” he laughs, throwing his hands up in defense. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.” 

“Uh-huh.” She clearly doesn’t believe him, but reciprocates his smile, “Not because you were trying to find a way for us to shower together,right?” he doesn’t reply but he does have the boyish grin she loved so much, “Anyway, I’m going back downstairs and leave you be.” she slowly closes the shower door with a little wave thrown his way before she’s out of the bathroom. 

Once she’s gone,Rooster lets out a disbelieved chuckle, “Fuck.” he bites his lower lip as he lets the water rinse the soap away, “She has no idea how she fucks with me in the best way,” and a cheeky voice in his mind said ‘literally’. That’s why he had to come up with something nice for their anniversary, not only because he loved her more than anything but because she deserved to have another special celebration. 

Beatrice was worth everything and he’d never tire of saying that to her. He could look some stuff up online, something they could both do together and he prayed for whatever deity there was that they could at least enjoy their anniversary before he was deployed again. 

And now that he’s seeing Nikki grow so fast every day…he’s not really eager about leaving. He even asked some of the pilots who had kids if they felt the same way and they all replied the same - except Jim who apparently felt at peace while gone because his kids were loud and in turn he got weird looks from everyone - that leaving after the birth of your child and coming back only to see how much they grew without you was painful. 

Not only that but Beatrice would be alone and that also made him nervous. Not that he didn’t trust her but he feared that,well, maybe she’d get the baby blues again. He researched it one night when she was asleep and he couldn’t, he wanted to make sure that she’d have no night terrors or nightmares - something he read that could happen - while in bed. So, to him, the wellbeing of Beatrice and their daughter was of the utmost importance. 

He was good at his job, he wouldn’t achieve what he did if he wasn’t, but he also wanted to balance both things. He knew Beatrice wouldn’t mind, she never did, she was just an angel in this planet who came to bless him with her kindness and love…and he just wanted to repay her in some way. 

He didn’t plan on retiring yet but he wanted to make sure that every time before he left they’d do something. Either go out, watch movies, eat something both of them like, hell even playing video games together, he didn’t care. 

The spook in December messed him up a lot and he just wanted to come back to them every time. He still had Beatrice’s ring around his dog tags and the flower pouch she made saved up and hidden in his bag, he liked to believe they brought him a lot of luck and he couldn’t really get rid of them now. 

Bea didn’t mind, she rarely asked for her ring back and considering everything she accepted he took it for himself. But that was the thing, she was always so giving, she gave so much for so many people and she rarely accepted anything back. 

“Well,” he starts talking to himself as soon as he shuts the shower off “She deserves something great.” 

And she does, more than anyone he knew. While wiping the moisture off his body,Bradley couldn’t help but wonder what exactly they could do for their anniversary. It was still in his mind and it didn’t appear it’d leave any time soon.  

As he wraps the towel around his waist and walks to the closet to change, he pauses when he sees her hiking boots tucked safely in the corner. Holding up his shirt as inspiration strikes, he knows exactly what they could do: They could go camping! Of course they wouldn’t be able to take Nikki if that was the case, she was too small, but…if everything went well they could leave her with Bea’s parents. 

It was a nice idea and they never hiked together even if they mentioned doing so. 

But there was much to think until then and he hoped he had enough time to do so. 

As he finished dressing up, with the idea still fresh in his mind, he walked down the steps to the first floor where he could still hear Beatrice talking to Nicole. He tried to be as quiet as possible but the twins - as they called Eleanor and Jack - immediately poked their heads out when they heard him coming. He petted them in a greeting before he walked into the kitchen, seeing his wife explaining to Nicole what a pancake was. 

She even held a plate in such a way that Nicole would see it. He didn’t know what his daughter’s reaction was, but Beatrice’s smile probably meant she was happy seeing it. “Roos!” Bea placed the plate down right where he usually sat, walking up to him to meet his lips in a sweet kiss, “You are smelling really nice,lieutenant.” 

He smirks against her mouth, “Just the best for my beautiful wife.” he whispers back, pecking her lips two more times before she walks away from him, his brown eyes dropping to those wide hips to hers, following them until she sat down on her spot, “You telling Nikki how pancakes should be considered the World’s 8th wonder?” 

She laughs softly, holding her head up with her hand as Rooster walks up to Nikki, kissing the baby’s cheeks and baby talking to her when she starts to giggle, “Something like that.” she says, “She seemed curious.” 

“Well if she’s anything like me we both know she’ll love it.” he says as he sits down, running his hand through his already combed hair. Beatrice loved that even when he cleaned himself up like that he still had to mess it up just enough to make it fluffy. “But it looks really nice, you said there’s chocolate chips in this?” 

“Choco chips and some yogurt.” she smiles, “I saw the recipe online and I thought you’d like it.” 

“Mm,what’s this? Are you spoiling me?” He meets her eyes when he asks that, the subtle dark glaze over them not missed by Beatrice, “Last night…today…you are going to pamper me too much,you might never get rid of me.” 

“Hm,good.” she smiles wider, “I wouldn’t want to get rid of you.” 

“Careful, more talking like this and I’ll just stay here today.” he jokes before taking a bite of his breakfast, “So,I was thinking about our anniversary.” 

“Oh?” 

‘Yeah,I think we can figure something fun to do, don’t you?” 

Beatrice folds her arms on the table, tilting her head at him, “Do you have something planned?” 

“It’s an idea.” he shrugs, sipping his coffee, “But maybe we could go hiking, we can leave Nikki with your parents for one night and enjoy the time together.” Beatrice stares at him for a few seconds, then licks her lips as she thinks about it. 

“Well, I do like the idea.” 

“But?” 

“But my parents are going to Italy during our anniversary. It’s my uncle Roberto’s birthday and he invited them…for a yacht ride.” she laughs softly, “So, maybe we can…figure something out that we can do with Nikki?” 

Bradley shrugs with a nod, “Sure, it’s just an idea anyway.” He looks back to where Nicole was, her little hands on top of her light pink onesie as she looks at the moving mobile with such intensity you’d think she was interrogating each plastic animal above her head. “I mean,Nikki doesn’t have a lot of interests yet but I think we can work something out with her,huh?” 

“I think so too.” she replies, “She’s…a lot like you.” 

Bradley holds the coffee mug inches from his lips, arching his brow with an “Oh?” 

“Yeah, she has the same look when she’s really focused.” he furrows his brows in confusion, “Roos, you have this…look, your brows lower and your lips pout just a little bit because you are focused on something…and then you run your hand on your mustache. She has the same mannerisms already, so you are already being an influence to our infant daughter.” 

He looks back to where Nicole was, seeing her little focused face with his own confused one. She was looking at her mobile intensely and her lips were pursed up a little bit, little pink lips that seemed to pop out of her face with her tiny arms trying to reach the moving bird, “...if you ask me she has a lot of you too.” 

“She does?” 

“Her smile especially.” he smirks as Beatrice’s cheeks turn a light red, “She smiles with her whole face just like you do. And her eyes squint and shine at the same time, just like yours.” 

Beatrice only blushed more, cupping her cheeks with her hands and sinking into her seat a bit more, just enough that the upper half of her body was visible, “Stop.” she giggles, “You are too smooth and I might take your offer about you staying here today.” 

Rooster smirks even more, arching his brow with a flick, “Maybe next time, maybe I can…” he drops his eyes down her chest, “Be a little late.” 

“You are never late.” she retorts, cheeks red as ripe tomatoes, “How long would that even be?” 

“Mmm…forty five minutes maybe?” she gaped at him, then started laughing, shaking her head because she couldn’t believe him, “Not my fault you are hot.” and he was sincere about it, he’d stay home if there was a possibility. But this talk only made him feel better than before. 

Yeah, it was going to be a good day. 

- 

Bradley stands in front of Cyclone with his hands behind his lower back, chest expanding with an inhale,”...three months,sir?” 

“Three months,Bradshaw.” the Vice-Admiral says, his glasses resting by the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers in front of him, his blue eyes slowly rising up to the standing officer who looked a mix of surprised and disappointed. He slowly pulled his glasses off, “Speak your mind,Bradshaw.” 

“There’s nothing in my mind,sir.” 

“There must be,” he gestures the handle of his glasses to the officer’s stiff posture, “You are standing there like a green bean ready to snap, so, tell me what’s the matter.” 

Bradley didn’t know how to start, he stood there in silence for a few seconds before words finally appeared in his brain, “...I…may I ask something personal,sir?” Cyclone arches his brow even more, “...how was it…when you had Evelyn?” 

Cyclone’s expression went from curious to a blank slate, those blue eyes turned icy and Bradley feared he stepped over the line when asking his superior about his daughter. But Cyclone just takes a deep breath, almost meticulously opening the glasses case to place them inside, clicking it shut with one hand, pushing it aside before he interlaces his hands on top of his desk, “How old is your daughter,Bradshaw?” 

“She’s going to turn one month old,sir.”  

Cyclone pauses, his eyes looking to the side in thought, “One month…hm.” he chuckles almost dryly, one of his hands coming up to scratch his jawline, “Evelyn was one year old when I finally held her for the first time.” his eyes shadowed as he reminisced, “She was already so big and she had no idea who I was, we didn’t have facetiming back then and it took a while for us to actually bond.”  

He could see how his words affected the new father, whose shoulders tensed and relaxed as he tried to control his emotions, “This will happen often,Bradshaw.” he begins, “Your daughter will grow asking her mother where you are, how long you’ll be gone and when you are coming back.” Cyclone slowly rises to his feet, walking around his desk to stand in front of Bradley, “This is something she’ll have to get used to.” 

Bradley licked his lips but said nothing, avoiding his superior’s eyes as he looked down at him, “Sacrifices that must be made.” Cyclone says, “Sacrifices that she will understand when she’s older.” 

He almost wanted to retort that Evelyn didn’t seem to understand the sacrifices he made when she was younger considering how she acted around her father and around other Naval officers. “I know.” he holds back the frown, “I know,sir.” 

“What we do is for our children.” Cyclone’s voice is so dangerously quiet Rooster can feel it enter his ears as if it were a punch, “You have the possibility of talking to your daughter while you are away…do not waste that. Dismissed.” and he turns around to sit back down on his chair, leaving Bradley standing there quietly. 

He inhales one last time before saluting and leaving the room, clenching his eyes as he sighs loudly, walking ahead until he sees Phoenix and Payback talking not too far from him, “He let you in it too?” Payback asks and Rooster nods, “You look tense,man.” 

“I…” he sighs again, “...this is the first time I’m leaving Bea and Nikki alone.” 

“It’s not for long.” Nat adds, crossing her arms, “It’ll be over before you-” 

“Nat,” he holds up a hand, “I…don’t think that will help. Yeah,I’m glad it’s a short time instead of a year or two, but it’s still scary. Bea–” he pauses, his jaw moving as the words are held back behind his teeth, refusing to elaborate why he worried about his wife the most, they didn’t need to know that, “...I just worry.” 

“You are a new dad.” Payback smiles sympathetically,patting his friend’s shoulder “It’s normal to worry.” 

“Unless you are still thinking about what happened in December.” Phoenix’s voice is quiet, the words weighing more than normal and the three of them could feel the atmosphere change as they all recalled how close that was, “Which…honestly I don’t think anyone forgot.” 

“That too.” he whispered, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger, pinching the bridge of his nose with his brows going up, “...I’m okay. Just…I’m okay.” he pulled out his phone to unlock it, seeing the pictures of both their wedding day and of Nicole as his backgrounds clearly helped him. 

But his day…well, it wasn’t going as great as he wished.  

And he had to talk to Beatrice later.