#lisbon city break

[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

Having a super lovely time in Lisbon ☀️ 🇵🇹

[lexa-griffins]

Every article I read about JMJ makes me want to fight every fucking catholic in this country who acts like they give 2 shits about the homeless and the poor everytime the government allocates whatever little money to any queer causes.

I hope those four days are so miserable everyone in it thinks its a sign from God to never come back.

[bradsbackpack]

Tram Adventures in Lisbon

When looking at photos of Lisbon, it won’t take long to see a picture of their iconic trams. Having commuted by train for years to Central London, it’s pretty safe to say getting excited about public transport is a rarity for me. So when I say riding one of Lisbon’s iconic trams was non-negotiable, it is pretty clear it was a big deal for me. Unfortunately, not all my friends didn’t see the…

[tingslisbon]

[tingstrup]

[biglisbonnews]

Lisbon revealed as best-value location for a European city break The Portuguese capital wins top spot ahead of budget-friendly eastern European destinations, according to new pollIn an annual travel survey which analysed typical tourist costs in 35 European cities, Lisbon has emerged as the best-value location for a city break on the continent – beating traditional budget-friendly eastern European destinations.The Post Office Travel Money City Costs Barometer found the Portuguese capital won the top spot ahead of runner-up Vilnius, Lithuania’s capital. Two other past winners – Krakow (third) and Athens (fourth) – complete the top four cities. Continue reading... https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2023/may/13/lisbon-revealed-as-best-value-location-for-a-european-city-break

[loveburrowx]

Portugal

Request - Joe goes to Portugal for a vacation and he meets Y/N.

Warnings - Smut (intercourse)

A/N - just wanted to make a fanfic with my country! Enjoy!

Joe, quarterback for the Bengals in the NFL, had been feeling the itch to get away from it all. The constant pressure of performing on the field, the endless stream of fans and media, the never-ending demands on his time. He needed a break, a chance to recharge his batteries and just be himself. So, he decided to do something drastic: he booked a one-way ticket to Portugal.

With his trusty travel guide in hand, Joe set off to explore the cobblestone streets of Lisbon, marveling at the city's stunning architecture and vibrant culture. One afternoon, while wandering aimlessly, he stumbled upon a soccer game being played at the Estádio José Alvalade. The game featured Sporting CP, one of the most successful teams in Portugal, and the energy in the air was palpable.

As he watched the players on the field, a familiar face caught his eye. There, leading the team as captain, was Y/N, a woman with long, flowing hair and legs that seemed to go on forever. The way she moved with grace and power, the way she shouted instructions to her teammates, it was clear that she was the heart and soul of the team. And to Joe, she was absolutely irresistible.

After the game, Joe mustered up the courage to approach Y/N as she was leaving the field. He introduced himself in his broken Portuguese, complimenting her on her skills and her leadership. To his surprise, she smiled warmly and seemed genuinely flattered. They exchanged numbers, and before he knew it, they were texting each other constantly, meeting up for dinner and attending local events together.

The more time they spent together, the more Joe became infatuated with her. Not just her beauty or her skill on the field, but also her charisma and her passion for life. He found himself unable to resist her sexy Portuguese accent when she would correct her teammates or shout encouragement to her friends. And when she gave him her jersey as a gift, he felt a thrill run through him that he hadn't experienced in years.

One evening, as they were enjoying dinner at his newly purchased home in Lisbon, Joe couldn't help but ask Y/N if she'd ever like to cook for him. She hesitated for a moment, but then smiled shyly and agreed. The next day, she arrived at his house carrying a basket of fresh ingredients and a mischievous glint in her eye. As she prepared a traditional Portuguese dish for him, Joe couldn't help but wonder what else she might have in store.

When she finally presented him with the meal, Y/N stepped back and revealed that she was wearing a stunning, all-white dress that showed off her perfect figure, including her toned legs and her perky breasts. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him. And tonight, she was going to make him feel wanted too.

As they sat down at the table, Joe couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of dream. Y/N was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, and the way she moved around the kitchen, serving him her delicious dinner, was enough to drive any man wild. They ate in silence at first, lost in their own thoughts, but eventually, they couldn't help but begin to talk. They talked about their lives, their families, their passions. And as they did, Joe felt a deep connection forming between them.

When dinner was finished, Y/N cleared the table and asked if he'd like some dessert. He nodded eagerly, his heart already racing with anticipation. She returned a moment later with a small platter bearing a decadent chocolate torte and two forks. As they sat down on the couch, she placed the platter between them and leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. "This is my favorite dessert," she whispered. "I hope you like it."

Joe could feel the heat from her body as she sat so close to him, and the sweet aroma of the chocolate made his mouth water. He watched as she picked up her fork, the silverware clinking softly against each other, and took a small bite. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she chewed, and he found himself unable to look away.

When she finally offered him a bite, he took it greedily, their fingers brushing against each other as he brought the fork to his mouth. The chocolate melted on his tongue, releasing a rush of rich flavors that left him speechless. They ate in silence for a moment, savoring the sweetness and the intimacy of the moment.

"It's delicious," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You really are an amazing cook." She smiled at him again, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you for enjoying it," she replied softly, her accent sending shivers down his spine.

The air between them felt charged with desire, and Joe knew that he couldn't resist her any longer. He reached out and took her hand in his, their fingers entwining as he leaned in to kiss her. She responded eagerly, her lips parting beneath his, and he felt the familiar heat of her breath as she moaned softly against his mouth. Their tongues danced together, a slow and sensual waltz that left him breathless.

As their kiss deepened, Y/N shifted in his lap, her body pressing against his. He could feel the softness of her breast against his chest, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands moved up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones as he explored the contours of her jawline. She arched her back slightly, grinding her hips against him, and he knew that she wanted more.

He broke the kiss, needing air for a moment as he gazed into her eyes. They were bright with desire, and he could see the passion burning deep within her. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me what you need." She smiled at him, her lips curving into a wicked little smile. "I need you," she breathed, her fingers trailing down his chest, "to make love to me."

The words sent a shiver through him, and he leaned in to kiss her again, more roughly this time. His hands moved down her body, unbuttoning her dress and revealing her perfect skin beneath. She moaned as he explored her curves, and he felt her hands fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it and lowering his pants. He stood up, kicking off his shoes, and she climbed up onto her knees, straddling him.

The feel of her warm, wet folds against his erection sent a wave of desire coursing through him. He grasped her hips, pulling her down so that he could feel the full weight of her body on him. She arched her back, her breasts spilling free from her dress, and he reached up to cup one in his hand, rolling the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and he could feel her body trembling beneath him.

He thrust upward, feeling the hot, tight grip of her body as she enveloped him, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself on the edge, ready to release, but he wanted this to last. He slowed his movements, taking his time, savoring the feel of her body moving against his. She looked down at him, her eyes half-closed, and smiled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, Joe," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passionate lovemaking. "You feel so good."

He smiled back at her, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. He wanted this night to last forever, but as the tension built within him, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he lost control. With one final thrust, he felt the release wash over him, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her. She cried out his name, her body tensing around him in a wave of ecstasy, and as they came together in their shared climax, he knew that he had found something truly special.

They lay there for a moment, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. She leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this content, this at peace.

As their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled, they heard the faint sound of laughter from the living room. The party was still going strong, but for a moment, it seemed as if the world outside didn't exist. It was just the two of them, lost in each other's embrace. She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes filled with love and affection. "Thank you for the most wonderful evening," she whispered.

He smiled down at her, a lopsided grin that spoke of the happiness he felt. "You're welcome," he replied. "But really, I should be thanking you." She laughed softly, her breath tickling his skin. "Why is that?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Because you made me the happiest man alive tonight." His words were simple, but they carried the weight of truth. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his once more, a gentle kiss that sealed their connection for the night.

As the minutes ticked by, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Joe couldn't help but wonder where this night would lead them, but for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and the incredible woman who had shared it with him.

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. Her skin glowed in the soft light from the fireplace, and her hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall of black silk. He traced his fingers along the curve of her jaw, feeling the gentle stubble against his skin. "You're beautiful," he whispered, and she blushed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

She reached up, entwining her fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. "Thank you," she said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's... it's a little overwhelming." He smiled, feeling the warmth of her palm against his. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to explore this with you, get to know you better."

Her eyes met his, and in them he saw a mix of hope and uncertainty. "You're serious?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't just want this one night?" He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he whispered against her mouth. "I want to see where this goes. I want to see where you go."

She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up her entire face. "Then I think," she said, taking his hand and leading it lower, "we should go to bed." Together they climbed beneath the covers, their bodies tangled and entwined. As they lay there, she traced the lines of his face with her fingertips, as if committing every detail to memory. "I feel like I've known you for a lifetime," she murmured. "And yet, I also feel like there's so much more to learn."

He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "I feel the same way," he confessed. "But I promise you, tonight was just the beginning. I'm not going anywhere." She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against his. "Good," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride." And as they drifted off to sleep, he knew she was right. This was just the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where the journey would take them.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✮ B. ALPER YILMAZ

summary. he is your sun, you are his moon, and the two of you can’t live without each other.

warnings. fluff with smut 18+. (unprotected sex)

gabri speaks! i’m so down bad for him rn omg. listened to deep by rvfv & beny jr! that’s why it’s so romantic

the ball is kicked out by a trabzonspor player and the crowd erupts into cheers at the upcoming corner kick. you blend perfectly into the crowd with the jersey your boyfriend had gifted you at the start of the season. you stand up along with the rest of the fans as you watch the play anxiously. the ball goes flying into the box and somehow barış manages to jump at the right angle to score the winning header. like muscle memory he celebrates his goal by forming your initials with his fingers. it warmed your heart every time but tonight was special considering he didn’t even know you were in the crowd.

“good evening emir.” you greet the security guard as always. “has barış bey come out yet?”

“not yet darling.” he answers you sweetly as always. “i thought you were supposed to be in lisbon?”

“i got the company to send someone else. i didn’t want to miss another match, thought i’d surprise barış in the process.” you explain.

“aşkım?” you turn around to face a completely shocked barış. (my love?)

emir let’s him past and you’re instantly carried off the ground and swung into the air. you missed his touch and it’s so refreshing to hear him again. you had just called him this morning but having him in front of you was different. you were able to feel his love in person. he carefully puts you down and you can’t help but blush at the huge grin that’s formed on his face. it had been almost two years since the two of you had met and yet you hadn’t lost your spark.

it’d been a rough couple of months since you landed a job in lisbon. the lonely nights, lonely dinners, and lonely walks around the city had you spiraling. barış was always a breath of fresh air with his jokes and outgoing personality. you were constantly missing his hugs, his jokes, his cooking, and his love. unbeknownst to you the forward had spent countless nights staring at the side of the bed you’d slept on a couple of times when you stayed over. the two of you yearned each other’s touches.

“the view always surprises me.” you say as you enter his apartment and almost immediately you’re engulfed by the view of istanbul nightlights.

“believe me, me too.” he says but you notice him staring at you. you feel your cheeks warm up at his comment.

“i missed you.” you walk up to him, kissing him. cherishing him.

his beard tickles you as he molds his lips into yours, his hands holding your waist in the process. it’s small moments like this that you miss on saturday nights when your colleagues invite you on a night out. you can’t help but giggle as he pulls away, his kisses reminding you of the nights of when you first met. how the two of you were too shy to even talk to each other or be near each other.

“i talked to ozan bey.” you freeze at the sudden mention of the head of the turkish branch of the company you worked at.

“barış?” you’re confused as to what business your boyfriend has to talk to ozan bey.

“i can’t spend countless nights without you. not anymore. tonight when i found out you were at the game, i had never been happier. you are my moon.” he stares at you intensely, giving you the look he gives people when he gets what he wants. “i asked him if there was a way to move you here with the same salary or higher.”

he pauses watching your reaction trying to figure out if you were happy or upset with his actions. as if to break the tension his dog walks in with scattered footsteps his collar causing a clink every time he walked. he looked so cute. you realize you missed him too.

“well? don’t tease me. what did he say?” you urge him to continue.

“he said yes that there was an opening and it starts in a month. i wanted to ask you to take the job but-” he pauses giving you the opportunity to take in the new information. “i was also wondering if you wanted to live here with me. i’ve already paid off the apartment. there’s an extra room here that you could turn into your office.”

“you want me to move in with you?” you ask in a whisper not believing what you’re hearing.

“yes.” he breathes out. “only if you want to of course if you don’t-”

“barış! yes, of course i want to!” you don’t waste a second pulling him in for another kiss.

the kiss starts off slow and steady but slowly turns into an intense kiss as the two of you relinquish the days you’ve been gone. your hands land on his curls remember how they feel under your fingers while his maintain a strong grip on your hips. his lips begin to tread down your neck and soon enough you feel him tug on your skin, surely leaving marks that will need to covered. his hands toy with the bottom of your jersey indicating that he wants to take it off you and so you let him. the view of your laced bra almost knocking the wind out of him.

“hold on.” he grunts before firmly you grabbing you and carrying you over his shoulder. you can’t help but laugh at how he carries you towards his room.

he lays you down gently as he crawls over you immediately kissing you. although, you don’t waste time tugging at his shirt and eventually getting rid of it. you can’t help but blush at the view in front of you admiring his toned body. you’d grown quite fond of his athletic build appreciating every curve and mark on his body. he was basically eye candy and you were grateful you were the only one with this view. his mouth travels lower leaving kisses on your cleavage and stomach. it’s no wonder that he’s easily able to unclasp your bra throwing it into the corner of his room. he admires the new view realizing how lucky he had gotten.

it’s then you realize you can’t wait any longer it’s been too long since you’d last seen him, like this at least. you wanted all of him now and you weren’t show how much longer you could wait. it didn’t help that he had done had been one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for you.

“barış please.” you beg. “i need you now.”

he doesn’t keep you waiting quickly tugging down his pants showing off his black boxers in the process. you couldnt deny how hot he looked right now, you had to have him immediately. he tugs at his boxers slowly, teasing you and testing your patience. he leans over you as he smirks at your panties. you looked so hot beneath him, flustered, and impatient. his fingers land on your clothed core and he can already feel how wet you are causing him to get harder. he carefully moves your panties to the side as he guides his cock to your hole.

you can’t help but gasp as he moves his cock through your folds causing you pleasure before he even enters you. it’s not long before you feel his tip at your entrance. his eyes lock into yours as he enters you slowly and he watches in adoration as your lips part and sinful noises escape your lips. he bottoms out and now he’s fully on top of you. you feel full so suddenly and your hands roam his back as you try to pull him even closer. he kisses you sloppily as he fills you completely, surprised at how good you feel wrapped around him.

“is this good?” he asks as he caresses your jaw.

“mhm.” is all you can muster as he thrusts into you.

his hands trail up and down your body as the two of you kiss passionately. the two of you feel whole as he fastens his pace inside you. he remains gentle making sure that you feel good. your nails begin to rake into his back as he continues his movements. he admires you as you wither beneath him, your moans and gasps are the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. he can’t believe that you’re here with him. how did he get so lucky?

carefully he grabs your leg allowing him to go deeper inside you. you pull him even closer as he finds your pleasure spot. you’re not sure you’ll last any longer with his pace and movement. his thrusts begin to falter and soon enough you feel his forehead against yours indicating that he’s close as well. your gasps get louder as he quickens, his wet kisses providing you comfort.

“barış please.” you beg.

he grabs you before turning you over so now you’re straddling him. he thrusts into you even faster and you can feel your peak speed up. you moan loudly as you com undone on top of him. you collapse against his chest not being able to move anymore as he continues to rut into you. he groans loudly and soon enough you feel him fill you up.

“seni seviyorum.” he whispers into your ear. (i love you.)

“semi daha fazla seviyorum.” the words escape you like muscle memory.

there in between all the chaos of the istanbul nightlife the two of you lay imagining the next stage of your lives. he can’t believe you’re still real and he’s glad he was able to get you to stay. after all the sun can’t be without the moon.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Flight Hours Part 2/3

+18

It's so filthy yet so sweet 🙈

Part 1 Part 3

Ruben and Reader are flight attendants on their way to Portugal. Although they are of to a bad start, the two end up finding common ground.

Enjoy!

"I'm sorry miss Y/L/N there's unfortunately no booking with us in your name."

"What?"

After eight hours in the air, your flight from Dubai to Lisbon finally arrived. The layover between your next flight was 72 hours, meaning you had three days off in Portugal. However, without anywhere to stay.

"But if you're willing to pay the price of a hotel room, we'll be more than happy to help you." Said the lady at the hotel front desk, who really tired to be helpful.

"H....how much would that be....for a room, I mean?" You prayed for anything below what you were getting paid an hour.

"Aproximetly 200 euros per night."

"Oh for fuck sakes."

"I'm sorry ma'am, perhaps I can check for rooms in the hotels nearby?" Said the startled lady. She seemed fairly new at her job. Otherwise, she would have known that you as a flight attendant could only be accommodated to hotels approved by your airline. If not, there'd be no dilatory compensation for your expenses.

"It's fine, I'll figure it out." You said and sounded real convincing when in reality you had no idea what to do. You could always stay in a cheaper hotel in the city, however, your airline required that you stay near the airport in case they ever decided to reschedule and put you on an earlier flight.

It was really messy indeed. You remained in the hotel lobby for the majority of that day, really clueless on what to do. You sat with your hands covering your face when suddenly, a familiar voice.

"Have you been rescheduled for an earlier flight?"

"Huh?"

You raised your head, surprised to see the asshole flight attendant from your previous flight. "Ruben?"

He was out of uniform. No vest. No tie. He didn't smile at you either. He more so looked concerned, regarding you still wearing your flight attendant uniform with a small suitcase next to you. "Are you leaving already?" He asked.

You thought of something sarcastic to say, like, "Why do you care?" However, you were simply too exhausted to be bickering. "My airline forgot to book my accommodation in Portugal. I assume everything got mixed up between my layover in Dubai this morning."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so I'm stuck here for now until I've figured out where I can stay cheap and without being too far away from the airport."

"In Lisabon, that's nearly impossible. Unless you're staying in the city, of course, which I'm assuming isn't an option for you."

"No." You groand, hans covering your eyes again.

"Hey, hey...."

Ruben must have thought that you were breaking out in tears. He crouched down before you, forcing you to meet his eyes while he caressed your knees with his thumbs. "It's not that big of a deal, okay."

"Oh, please, Ruben, I've had enough of you today. Just leave me alone, will you?"

"I could, and I should." He smiled. "But there's no way I'm letting check into some sketchy hotel just for the sake of it."

"What are you doing?"

Ruben rose to his feet, grabbing your suitcase.

"Ruben, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm offering you to stay with me."

It was bizarre, completely bizarre for you to stay with Ruben. Then again, what were your other options? Ruben also explained that his layover was only 24 hours and that his airline would pay for his accommodation as long as he was checked into it, meaning you could continue staying in his hotel room even when he was gone.

"So, should we grab some dinner?"

"Excuse me?"

To your suprise, Ruben's airline wasn't as strict as yours, meaning that he was staying at a hotel in the city, free to roam its streets as he pleased.

"You must be hungry, no?"

You were, you really were. However, you imagined that dinner with Ruben would be a nightmare.

"I'll wait for you to take a shower. Unless... you want me to join you?"

"Fuck off."

You grabbed some clothes from your suitcase and made your way to the hotel bathroom. Ruben was a pain, sure. However, there was something about him that made you feel safe, or at least trust him. Perhaps it was his flight attendant manners? The way he accepted your boundaries and didn't push your buttons any further than you could handle. Or maybe it was the looks. There was no denying how attractive he was. Perhaps he'd let you fuck him with a pillowcase over his head? If it ever came to that, you'd make sure to ask.

"Where are we going?"

It was funny. After your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom wearing a red summer dress with white and yellow flowers. Ruben's eyes had widened at the sight of you, his mouth coming ajar as if he wanted to tell you something. However, he never did. Ruben remained quiet even as you stepped out onto the streets of Lisbon, the city with a nightlife like no other.

"Ruben?" You stopped in the middle of the street. He turned back to look at, confused as to why you stopped walking. You folded your arms. "I'm not taking another step until you tell me where we're going?"

His lips twitched into a smile. "Don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't."

His expression faltered, but only for a split second. "Fair enough. I have a friend, he owns a restaurant near the beach. You'll like it, come on."

Ruben offered you his hand. It was so arrogant of him to assume that you would take it after literally admitting not to trusting him. Still, you took it. You let the size of his palm cover yours, the walk to the beach continuing in silence.

Arriving at the restaurant, you were welcomed with open arms by Ruben's friend. It was a family business, with kids running around the tables chasing each other around. If someone would fall, an adult would be sure to pick them up, soothe their tears, and then give the child a slap on the wrist for them to go running again. You didn't mind the liveliness. It was actually quite lovely.

"I always come here if I have a layover in Lisabon." Ruben told you over dinner.

"I thought you were Portuguese. Why wouldn't you just go home to your parents?"

"My mother doesn't like it when I stay for short periods of time. It breaks her heart whenever I leave."

"I see." You nodded.

"How about you?"

"Me?" You frowned.

"Yeah, do you visit your parents when you have a layover in Germany?"

Something tightened in your chest. "I....My parents, my entire family really, are gone...." Suddenly, the sorrows of your life washed over you, reminding of the escape you had as a flight attendant. Ruben was right when he said that up in the sky was a no mans land. Down on earth is where all mans problems actually existed.

"I'm so sorry Y/N."

You flinched. Ruben had gone to cover your hand with his, his gaze sympathetic and gentle. You quickly realized that you were crying, that the tears had welled up in your eyes quicker than you could control.

"Excuse me." You stood from the table, leaving the restaurant in a hurry. You only left to get some fresh air, though. Nevertheless, Ruben found where you had gone to sit by the beach,  joining you in the sand.

"Flight attendant rule number one, never get too personal." He sighed. I fucked up and I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." You sniffled. "They died in an accident when I was six. I barley remember my parents or my siblings."

"What kind of accident?"

You shot Ruben a glance, however the way he was staring back at you softened your furrowed expression. "A plane crash." You muttered.

Ruben's eyebrows lifted.

"I always hope to feel closer to them by taking this job. Maybe even one day I'd...."

"Y/N..." Ruben shifted beside you, his hands stroking your cheek. However, you slapped it away. "Don't feel sorry for me."

"I'm not. I mean I don't."

"Not all of us are in this to join the so called Mile High Club, okay."

"Y/N, I never...."

"Yes, you did Ruben."

His expression told you that he remembered your encounter on the plane.

"Like why would you even ask me that?"

"Cuz I'm an asshole." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm an asshole who doesn't know how to act after the first encounter with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen was while she was naked in the shower."

You snorted. Like a piglet you snorted.

"Yeah, what an icebreaker." Ruben laughed. Your laughter fuelled each other's and slowly came down to the sounds of ocean waves crashing against shore.

"Fuck, you're really beautiful." Ruben said, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out.

"Thanks, you too." You chirped.

"And that red dress..."

Ruben's breath was in your ear, warm and soft.  "Why did you have to wear that damn dress?"

"I don't know." You sighed and turned your head so that your cheek caressed his stubble. "Perhaps I wanted to tease you?"

"Well, no more teasing." Ruben grabbed your chin, tilting your body backward for you to lay down in the sand. He kissed you gently as if your lips were made out of flower pebbles. You hymned in response as his hands crept up your thighs and under the skirt of your dress. Ruben then deepend the kiss with his tongue, beginning for its access into your mouth. The white sand was warm against your back. Ruben's weight pressing you further into it, his hips grinding against your thigh.

"Can I...with my finger?" Ruben's fingertips were already brushing over the wet patches of your panties, but when you gave him the green light to go further, you were done for.

"Shit."

"Sshhhh." He hushed. "Relax baby. You're already so wet for me."

Ruben made fast circles over your clit, alerting every inch of your nerve endings. His mouth then went from your lips to your breasts, where he used his teeth to pull down your cleavage, freeing your breasts. They bounced with your grinding hips, you were begging for Ruben's fingers to enter you. However, he seemed determined to make you come this way.

"God, you're sexy. So fucking sexy." He said, in between sucking on your nipples, his hand still tucked between your thigs. You arched your back with the pleasure it gave as you moved further to the edge of your orgasm.

Ruben rose to his knees, quick to unbuckle his belt. His dick felt out of his pants throbbing and hard, with the tip leaking with cum. He was on the verge of erupting just like you. He positioned himself between your legs. You reached for his hips and used your legs to lure him in. "Fuck." You squealed as his cock crashed into you like a train through a tunnel, however not as smooth. Ruben was big and hard. Perhaps too big and too hard. Nevertheless the two of you continued to fuck each other sensless on the beach. The sound of your sinful panting evaporating into the night. It all came down to one frantic orgasm, shared between the two of you, your bodies squirming in the sand until the spasms became less frantic and more loving.

"Are you cold?" Ruben asked, kissing your lips. He then went to lay on his back beside you, pulling up his pants as he did.

"A little." You whispered.

"We should get back to the restaurant and pay for our food."

You chuckled. "I'm not going back like this."

Ruben's head shifted, seeing the damage that he had done. Your dress was practically ripped at the front, exposing most of your thigh and the bite marks that Ruben's mouth had left on the insides of the.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry." He sat up and started checking for more bruises, however, all you did was laugh at him and the way he seemed to genuinely worry.

"What's so funny?" He asked and help you up to stand on your feet. He went to brush off the sand on your legs before pulling you towards him with his hands on your hips.

"You." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. It's funny how you pretend to be this asshole flight attendant when you're really a sweetheart."

Ruben smiled, his eyes squinting as he did. He then leaned in to kiss you, not pulling away until your need for air. "Maybe I am a sweetheart." He said. "Just don't tell anyone."

Part 1 Part 3

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WIP Wednesday

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Sailing to Freedom Snippet

“We’ll be docking in Lisbon by noon,” Henry says as he joins Alex for breakfast.  “I had the idea that we could just explore the city on our own, but I suppose I should ask you if there were any ideas of things you’d like to see?”

Alex smiles and kisses his cheek.  “This is your adventure, I’m just along for the ride.”

“Funny, I seem to remember that it was your idea.”

“Just ‘cause it was my idea doesn’t mean that it’s not your adventure.”

“Well, I’ve decided it’s our adventure, and if there’s anything you’d like to see…”

“I’m good,” Alex assures him.  “I just wanna be with you.  It doesn’t matter what we do or see, just you and me together.”

“And you say you can’t match me for prose,” Henry teases.  

Alex laughs.  “My lists are definitely better for me than trying to be all sappy and romantic.”

“I don’t know about that,” Henry says, mirth evident in his eyes.  “There’s something horribly sappy and romantic about number seventeen on your list.”

It takes a second for Alex to remember 17. Your equally huge dick and burst out laughing.  “Yes, talking about your dick is always sappy and romantic.”

Cash, who’d been having his own breakfast alongside one of Henry’s PPOs, spits out his coffee.  He’s coughing as the PPO knocks him on the back.  

They’re both laughing when Cash stops coughing.  “At breakfast, really?”

“You can’t really be surprised, Cash.”

“Why not?”

“Because you once guarded a bathroom door at karaoke bar so I could blow him,” Alex retorts, not even bothering to blush.  Cash knows way too much about his love life to be remotely surprised by Alex’s … bluntness about sex.  Especially sex with Henry.

Cash hums.  “Not at the breakfast table, kay?”

“Fair enough, but Henry started it.”

“I alluded you to it, you’re the one actually said it,” Henry refutes.

“Alluding to it is still starting it,” Alex counters and before he knows it, they are arguing semantics of which one of them really started talking about sex at the breakfast table.  

It takes very little time before their breakfast is abandoned and they’re kissing.  

They get lost in each other’s lips for who knows how long until Cash coughs and says, “Not at the table, please.”

They break apart, flushing slightly.  “Right, we should –” go to our room. 

Henry nods.  “Yeah, we should.”

They both get up to rush to their room mindful of the laughing Cash yelling, “Have fun!”

And they most certainly will.

No Pressure tags @accol-fics @iboatedhere @thesleepyskipper@fullsunsets

[adder24]

Flowers for your hotdogs

A crossover fic with the Mentalist and Castle, since we never got the crossover of the centurary.

A/N: The timelines are not accurate I admit since I have mashed season 6 of the Mentalist with season 4 of Castle. I know I know but it's a bit of fun right?

Summary: Fed up of being restricted by the FBI, Jane makes a break for it while working a case in New York. He manages to throw the FBI off his scent but in doing so, he manages to bump into one of New York's finest detectives and a famous Author come consultant who both require Jane's expertise.

@profwonderbearthementalista @captkatecastle @untilthe12ofnever @nuggsmum @loops911 @nikki-rook @loops911 @hellostickerdoodle @myfriendtheurbanlegend @bonnie131313

Story below the cut

Chapter 1 - Damp Warehouses

When a dog is put on a short leash, it loses the ability to explore, to get acquainted with its surroundings and familiarise itself with the locals so to speak. It’s a tactic used to make a dog fall into line and a Tactic that the FBI were currently using on Jane. The problem was the more restrictions they put on him, the more Jane tested them and the trip to New York and being denied a Hot dog, was the breaking point.

He created a suitable distraction, by getting a suspect on a homicide to tell Kim Fischer she was going to inform the media, and while her and Lisbon ran after them, Jane decided to make a break for it, evading the other agents on the ground and blending in with the crowds of people around him. With his new found taste of freedom his first stop was a hot dog stand on the Manhattan side of Brooklyn bridge, next to the City hall park. Understandably there was a queue but eventually Jane reached the front of it and put in his order for a hot dog all the way.

A child like smile spread across his lips as he was given his hot dog, Jane made sure to pay the vendor generously, using the leftover change that he got from the disallowed hot dog earlier, but as he was about to take a bite, he sensed someone close by watching which was soon confirmed by an excitable sounding “Patrick Jane?!”

He turned his head to the voice and upon recognising the tall,stocky looking man coming towards him, he too got a little excitable.

“Richard Castle?!” He replied, chuckling when he saw the other man's Jaw drop and then turned to the woman standing next to him, the woman he could only assume would be the inspiration behind Nikki Heat. Kate Beckett.

“He knows me! Kate, he knows me!” Castle squeaks happily

“How can I not know you? The Derrick Storm novels and now The Nikki Heat stories? You’re pretty well known” Jane replied calmly as he took a bite from the hot dog and savoured the taste “I have been craving this all day”

“The man likes hot dogs too” Castle whispered as Kate gave him a look.

“A lot of people do Castle, now can you stop fangirling for five minutes and explain to me who Patrick Jane is” Kate replied firmly.

“He’s a Psychic!” Castle replied happily.

“No such thing as Psychic’s, more like an elaborate con artist” Patrick interjected with a smile

“A con artist?! You’re fangirling about a Con artist pretending to be a Psych-Wait hang on, Patrick Jane? The same Patrick Jane who’s fam-”

“Family was murdered by a serial killer! Yes, that Patrick Jane, I was trying to avoid bringing that up around him Kate but nevermind” Castle grumbled

“It’s okay…I have grown accustomed to it now.” Patrick replied as his smile fell a little. “Yes I am that Patrick Jane and yes I know you two are more than just Colleagues and I am guessing you’re trying very very hard to keep it a secret from those you work with”

Both Castle and Kate looked at him dumbstruck. They had literally only just met him and the man was already picking up on the fact they were an item and desperately trying to keep it hush hush.

“Oh he’s good!” Castle said a little too enthusiastically.

“Yeah, he’s a con artist Castle” Kate replied unimpressed, “He probably followed us-”

“Or I have a good read on people. Castle here, he’s like a Labrador, Excitable, always sees the world as his playground, can be tamed with food and is loyal to his family and those he loves but you Kate, you’re a little more complex. See you want to be like him but you lost someone very close to you and their death has given you a thirst for revenge, one that hasn’t been quenched yet but you have been tantalisingly close on a few occasions. And that drive, that quest you have set out in your mind, it’s what has closed you off a little from all the good things he sees in this world...You’re opposites but you need one another. You need him to help you lighten up and he needs you to ground him and reel him in a little, otherwise he becomes an untameable, bouncy labrador that humps all the furniture” Jane interrupted, watching their expressions as he accurately described them. “Am I close or do you still believe I followed you? A bit of a feat considering I crossed over from Brooklyn”

“I don’t hump furniture!” Castle blurts out, watching Jane as he takes another bite from his hot dog, chuckling.

Kate however was a little more shaken up. It felt like Jane had reached into her soul, pulled out her memories and was poking at them, seeing what kind of response he would get from her when he was able to discover her life story in mere seconds.

“How did you do that?” She asked him carefully

“Like I said, I just have a good read on people” Patrick replied casually as he finished off his hot dog.

"Right…come on Castle we got a case to work on" Kate says cautiously, watching Patrick closely.

"We do-wait, I got a brilliant idea" Castle replied, his voice filled with excitement.

"Oh no" Kate groaned.

"Oh no? What's Oh no?" Patrick asked, being his usual nosey self.

"Why don't we get Jane to help us solve the case quicker?! That's only if he hasn't got anywhere to go or isn't working" Castle suggested, watching the death glare form on Kate's face.

"Excellent idea, I'm not working on anything, I'm just here visiting" Patrick replied with as much eagerness as Castle.

"We can't just bring him into the precinct like a stray dog and hope Gates will let him work a case" Kate growled 

"Then like a stray dog, we sneak him in, tell her he's a witness or something." Castle replied

"You know the times where I hate you? This is one of them. He can tag along but there are rules." Kate said sternly 

"It's okay I'm house trained" Patrick interjected.

"Oh great, he's just as Snarky. Okay Patrick, rule one, you don't tell anyone what is going on between me and Rick, do and I lose my job. So unless you want me to use your inside as a football, I suggest you keep it quiet. Rule two you only read the suspects. Castle I don't want you encouraging him either" Kate said firmly giving the man that look "Rule three and the final rule, if you want a coffee…make it yourself"

"But I only drink tea" Patrick replied

"Then you should be fine" Kate said as they started to walk towards the car "You coming?"

“Absolutely!” Jane said with a beaming smile, chasing after them, eager to see how this dynamic partnership worked together.

The journey to the precinct was a bit of a whistle stop sightseeing tour for Patrick, he got to see the Empire State building, Times Square, a peek at the Chrysler building and a fleeting glance at lady liberty herself before they finally reached the precinct. Patrick got out of the car and took a moment to get himself acquainted before Castle showed him the way in and signed him in as a guest. They then made their way up to where the magic happened, a small area that was alive with the hustle and bustle of detectives working cases or acting on call outs. It felt a little like home for Patrick, reminding him of the CBI before it was disbanded.

“Do you have a couch?” Patrick finally asked

“Yeah in the family room…where we talk to the families, why?” Castle asked “Oh it’s just how I do my best work, laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to my environment. Something I asked from the FBI but they're not in the mood to bend and consequently I’m not doing my best work for them” Patrick replied, giving Castle a coy smile.

“You think Kate will buy it?” Castle asked him

“She will buy it if you are in on it, say ... .I tell you it’s a technique used to gather your thoughts, see clarity in your decisions and all you have to do is tell her it works”  Patrick suggested, knowing full well Castle was up for a bit of mischief making.

“I’m in!” Castle replied Defiantly 

“Excellent, show me the way to the family room and I will show you the magic” Patrick replied confidently

“Certainly and may I say, I like you, we’re going to get into so much trouble” Castle said happily.

“Oh we are, we really are” Patrick replied with a chuckle as Castle showed him to where the couch was kept.

Oddly enough, it was a similar one to the one Patrick grew accustomed to, only this one seemed a little more supportive. He sat down, bounced on it a few times before laying down on it to get a feel.

"Oh this is comfortable, I can work with this" Patrick said as a grin spread across his lips "Wanna give it a go on the other one Castle?"

Castle quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking in before he too took his place on the other couch, laying his 6 foot 2 frame across the cushions and letting out a contented groan.

"Oh yeah…I can see why you like this way of working" Castle said huskily 

"It's great, you can relax and let your brain unravel the case but what's even better, is you can listen better like this…you can hear everything going on, channelling in on the right conversations, picking up little nuggets here and there" Patrick says as he closes his eyes to tune his listening skills  "What's the case you're working on?" 

"A guy killed by a Zombie" Castle replied nonchalantly 

"You're joking right?" Patrick replied surprised 

"I'm not. We got video evidence. It's really cool but a little creepy!" Castle replied excitedly

"There is no such thing as Zombies. It's illogical for them to exist" Patrick replied calmly, knowing Castle will argue against him.

"Okay well I guess I'll have to show you the footage to make you believe" Castle replied.

"Guess you will" Patrick replied softly 

There was a moment's silence between the two men, both of them listening to their environment momentarily before Castle's curiosity got the better of them.

"You know how you freaked out Kate? Can you do that with me?" Castle asked "Just curious to know what you're psychic abilities picked up on me"

"Not psychic and I already did" Patrick replied as he turned to look at him "You ready to hear it?"

"Fire away" Was Castle's response, not truly prepared for what Patrick was about to say.

"On the outside you appear as this loveable guy that has a good sense of humour, wit and charm but on the inside you've experienced a lot of heartbreak, sensing your father was never around when you was born, that you took on the responsibility to be the man about the house, look after your mom, pay the bills and help keep a roof over your head." Patrick replied

".......I never told-"

"I'm not done" Patrick interrupted "You put on the playboy act after a broken heart by a childhood sweetheart, you didn't want your heart broken like that again so you played the field for a very long time…got married a couple of times and had a child. A daughter who is and always will be the apple of your eye. You're loyal, loving to your family and now you actually feel ready to have a serious relationship with someone, who I believe is Kate or Beckett as you call her at work. Problem is you love her but you still keep things from her and I can tell you, you need to be open with Kate, stop hiding behind the playboy act, lower your walls a little and just be you. You don't need to impress her Castle, she likes the man you are." 

Castle just stared at him, he was impressed by the man's skill, if somewhat a little uncomfortable by the man's accurate reading. Of course it did cross his mind that Patrick may have researched him beforehand but something was telling him that it was not the case, that somehow, Patrick leapt into his mind and relayed all that he saw before him.

"How far off was I?" Patrick asked

"Did you research me?" Castle asked

"Nope, didn't have time and didn't know I'd end up working alongside you." Patrick replied casually.

"Well for someone who hasn't done his homework, you got it spot on. You gotta teach me how to do it, it would be a cool thing to do at parties!" Castle responded enthusiastically.

"I'm not one to give out my trade secrets but as a tip, people give out visual clues all the time, you just need to know where to look and how to read it." Patrick replied with a smile.

"Kate can be my test subject" Castle replied thoughtfully

"Yes she can but don't be too obvious with it, try and be subtle" Patrick advised.

He then went on to spend ten minutes schooling Castle on how to subtly get a read on someone, reminding him to keep eye contact with someone but not make it uncomfortable, all before Kate burst into the room and stood in the doorway, a disapproving look on her face and her arms folded across her chest.

"She's upset" Castle said calmly

"Yeah it's quite obvious" Patrick replied

"Castle you asked to have this man work on the case and here you both are, laying on the couch, gossiping while I am out there busting my ass off trying to catch a lead" Kate said in frustration.

"This is how Patrick works, you lay on the couch and lis-"

"I don't care. Get your asses to my desk. Now!" Kate demanded, giving Patrick her trademark death glare "I don't care how you work, when you are under my command you do things my way. Are we clear Mr Jane?"

"Oh we're clear but you'll be surprised what you hear from the couch" Patrick replied in an annoyingly optimistic manner, hoping he could make Kate crack a little.

"Desk!" She snapped back at him as Castle hurriedly ran to get another seat setup at Kate's desk.

"But I don't know where you sit" Jane protested "And I still need a cup of tea"

"Tea can wait. Follow me if you know what's good for you" Kate replied.

Patrick shrugged his shoulders and followed her through the office, watching the people around him work and noting two detectives that were giving him a quizzical look as he passed them by. He then approached what he assumed to be Kate's desk and sat in the empty seat next to Castle, the man presenting Patrick with a cup of tea he had made for him.

"Did you put the water in, make sure the tea bag stewed a little and then the milk?" Patrick asked him.

"Yep, my mom knew this English guy who was very precious about the way his tea was made and he taught-"

"Guys. A little focus here" Kate said sternly

"I made him tea," Castle said proudly.

Kate rolled her eyes and shook her head before presenting Patrick with the file they were working on. Inside was the report on the body from Laney, pictures of the body and the crime scene and a few statements from those who attended the scene along with information gathered on the victim and a list of potential suspects.

"For someone to bite another human and leave behind a deep wound, they would need to be high or deranged" Patrick said as he continued to read the notes.

"Or a zombie,"  Castle interjected.

"You only ever bite someone if it's in self defence or…you're sexually aroused by it. This doesn't come across as either…was there any chemical residue left behind?" Patrick asked

"As a matter of fact there was, traces of a chemical found only in this specific Warehouse district downtown which is on the to do list" Kate replied as she studied Patrick "You thinking drugs are involved?"

"Could be, where's this Charlie fellow?" Patrick asked

"Down in holding, he believes he's going to turn into a zombie" Kate replied with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Ooof. Someone's been watching too many horror films. Can I speak to him? I want to know what person we're dealing with here" Patrick asked

"I'll take you to him, I would say take Castle but it'll only encourage his zombie fixation" Kate replied.

"Don't come running when he turns and hungers for your brainy goodness" Castle quipped as he started going over the files again.

"Nice tea by the way" Patrick said, raising his cup to him as he walked alongside Kate. 

They didn't speak much but Patrick could tell that this was a woman who was strong minded, stubborn and confident. He could see It in the way she walked, the way she commanded authority and kept her team in check but under that tough exterior he knew there was a soft spot, someone who was warm, caring and understanding. He just needed to gain her trust a little.

"Do you have a team you work with in the FBI?" Kate asked him finally.

"Yes…yes I do it's still being put together but all the right ingredients are there, it's just getting them to click into place" Patrick answered as they reached the holding cells and waited for someone to sign them in.

"I'm guessing you're an agent" Kate said as she began to fill in the forms.

"No actually, I'm a consultant like Castle I guess" Patrick replied. 

“So who’s lucky enough to have you as their pain in the ass?” Kate asked with a chuckle

“Theresa Lisbon, you’d get along, she has things she can teach you and you have things you can teach her” Patrick replied as he signed the forms where he needed to “We have worked with each other a while now, she’s the only one I truly trust when it comes to things close to my heart”

“Sounds like you have a soft spot for her” Kate says with a smile

“I’ve worked with her for years, of course I’m going to develop a soft spot for her” Patrick says defensively as Kate walks him into the maze of holding cells, every single one of them empty bar one, which was occupied by Charlie, tall man with short black hair, wearing a grey shirt, white tee and Black trousers. Sure enough, Patrick saw the bite mark on his arm, same as the one found on the victim.

“That is interesting!” Patrick says gleefully as he sits down on the floor, placing his cup of tea on the ground between his legs “Hey I’m Patrick Jane, I’m another consultant. Look I need to ask about the attack, smooth out a few details. Now according to Zombie lore, by now you would have turned and that wound on your arm would become a lot more redder and angrier, your veins would be purple and more to the surface and you would be clammy and sick looking, like you have the flu. None of that has happened so I think you’re still able to help me understand what happened to you and David.”

Charlie slowly looked at his arm and then back at Patrick, indicating for the man to carry on with what he has to say.

“I want you to close your eyes for me and slow your breathing down, breathe deep in through your nose, hold for three seconds and breathe out slowly. Can you do that for me?” Patrick asked

“Yeah ... .I can do that” Charlie replied as he slowly closed his eyes and followed Patrick’s instruction.

Patrick waited a couple of minutes, watching the man calm himself down and fall into some form of trance that made him a little more amicable and easy to coerce.  The perfect moment for Patrick to try and draw out some information they couldn’t get out from him while he was hysterical and focusing on his bite.

“I know the attack was quite violent and disturbing for you but I want you to try and remember that day for me, recall any smells or sounds that put you there, maybe there is a colour that reminds you of that day” Patrick says softly, watching the man relax.

“Glue….I could smell Glue….like latex glue” Charlie replied

“Okay that’s good. What else stood out to you?” Patrick asked him

“Rust and…staleness, no damp, the clothes smelt damp” Charlie replied

"Good and did you recognise this person who attacked both you and David?" Patrick asked.

"No idea they just…they came for us and then ran off" Charlie replied 

Patrick took a sip of his tea and looked at Kate with a smile.

"Rust and damp smelling clothes would fit warehouses, especially the leaky ones. But…I don't think our killer was of sound mind and I have a feeling, since Charlie here doesn't know them, is that they were hired to kill or maybe coerced" Patrick suggested before he clapped his hands, snapping Charlie out of his trance "Thanks Charlie you have been a big help"

Charlie blinked, confused and disorientated, unsure of what happened to him as Kate gave Patrick a perplexed look.

"Did you hypnotise him?"She asked

"No just calmed him down and made him more cooperative" Patrick replied with a smile as he got to his feet and picked up his tea from the floor “Castle makes a good cup of tea”

“I'm sure he will be thrilled to know” Kate replied as she walked with him out of the holding area. “Fancy having a walk around some of New York’s finest warehouses in the middle of the night?”

“Sure. I don’t sleep much anyway so maybe a walk around some Warehouses might make me sleepy” Patrick replied with a sarcastic tone and a cheeky smile on his lips.

“I’m guessing you have a hotel room for the night?” Kate asked as she started to sign them out 

“Err…not really I was just going to take a chance on luck” Patrick replied as he started to sign the documentation.

“Well Castle has a spare room or three you can make use of, I’m sure he would love to have you around” Kate replied as they made their way back to the bullpen 

“I’ll be sure to ask him” Patrick replied

Once they returned to Beckett’s desk, she started to put her plan into action. Her, Castle and Patrick would take a few warehouses within  Manhattan, while Ryan and Esposito took a few spots along the Hudson and of course they would move at night, usually the time where crime would be at its peak and they may catch a few breaks with some drug dealers that could potentially have a role to play within the case. So as soon as Darkness fell over the city, Beckett and her team got to work, Esposito and Ryan headed to their spots while Kate, Castle and Patrick went to theirs. Their first spot was a bust, nothing happening, no suspect behaviour or even drug dealers but the second spot, the second spot was interesting. There was steam and a creepy atmosphere around the place which oddly put a smile on Patrick's face.

“Oh this is deliciously creepy” Patrick said joyfully

“Even more reason to have your wits about you Patrick” Kate retorted as they walked through the grounds of this particular spot.

“Oh I have my wits about me, don’t you worry about that” Patrick replied as he marvelled at the spot, chuckling when he saw how on edge Castle was, despite the man trying to disguise it with the macho front he put on. Of course, it teased out Patrick’s mischievous side, he couldn’t help himself and when the right time presented itself, Patrick struck. He managed to find a discarded paper bag,collected air into it and popped it, the explosion loud and reverberated around the grounds of the warehouse. Castle must have lept twelve feet in the air, causing Patrick to laugh loudly before he realised Kate’s gun was trained on him and he flung his arms up in the air to show submission.

“Do that again and I’ll tell Lisbon personally why you came home with a hole in your body” Kate snapped.

But as Jane was about to reply with a witty comment, something caught his eye, something running frantically behind them.

“You might want to turn around” Jane said hurriedly

“If you’re tricking me, I swear-”

“I’m not tricking you! Turn around, there is someone running for their lives!” Patrick pleaded

Thankfully Castle saw it too, despite his nerves already being shredded by Patrick’s antics.

“Kate I think they need help” Castle said

Kate slowly took her eyes off Patrick and looked in the direction both men were looking in, sure enough there was a young woman emerging from the steam in the distance, sprinting towards them, horror etched on her face.

“Get out of here! They’re coming!” She screamed as she ran past them, Patrick watching her path as she ran by..

“Gotta admire a woman who can sprint in heels!” Patrick said before he then turned to look in the direction she came from and sure enough, emerging from the steam was a horde of people also running in fear.

“Okay what’s going on?!” Castle blurted out as he watched Patrick and Kate watched as these people ran past them screaming.

Then there was an eerie silence as the screaming died off into the distance. A moment for them to catch their breaths and try to figure out what had just happened. Patrick was about to speak before he noticed a crowd of slow moving people In the distance, people that stumbled over their feet, that had their hands outstretched. They could hear the distant growls and groans before they emerged from the shadows, coming from every direction. Patrick's eyes lit up in wonder while Castle appeared more panicked. He knew what this group of people were.

“We need to run!” He shouted

“Why?” Patrick asked, confused.

“Because if we don't they'll eat out brains, they're Zombies Patrick!” Castle replied

“.....Zombies? Well this should be Interesting” Patrick replied calmly.

“How are you calm?!” Castle yelled

“Err…I dunno, maybe I know the difference between fact and fiction” Patrick replied 

But the Zombie horde got closer and closer, Patrick fought  back the urge to yell out Lisbon's name as he became increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of people coming towards them, vacant, soulless eyes staring right at them. Unsettling, unnerving and creepy. Kate quickly drew her gun and stood her ground.

“CASTLE, PATRICK, GET BEHIND ME!” She yelled as she kept eyes on the horde.”This can’t be real…”

“WE’RE OUTNUMBERED!” Castle replied, panicked by the sight.

“Significantly! You don’t have enough bullets in that gun to hold them back,so I hope you got a plan, Detective” Patrick warned as he backed himself up against Castle

“Only one. Hold tight and be prepared to fight!” Kate ordered.

[momo-de-avis]

You know what? Fuck it. It's not worth it. Don't go to Sintra. Everything is crowded. The town is so crowded they had to limit traffic. The Pena Palace is just one big anthill. Whatever your clever trick to skip lines or enjoy the "quiet hours", I promise you will not work. "It's raining tomorrow so I bet there will be less people!" There won't. In fact, not only will it be just as crowded, you now have to stand in line AT LEAST for 45 minutes under the pouring rain with absolutely no shelter. And don't even bother with an umbrella. Don't even bother with checking the weather app before you get there. The Pena Palace has its own climate. Is it drizzling in Sintra with a bit of wind? It's a fucking typhoon up there. You open that umbrella, you're Mary Poppin your ass down the cliff, and if not you, then your umbrella will just quit its sorry life and lift off to glide across the skies amid the tree tops, something I have literally seen every single time I've been there.

"I'll buy the tickets online with a time slot, that'll be easier!" The 11AM time slot today extended for more than a 100 meters at 11.45. My time slot was 10AM and I got in at 10.50.

"I'll go on monday, less people will go on monday!" I promise you literally every tourist in Lisbon who is alive thought the same. Monday is, in fact, extra crowded.

"Sunday, then!" Accept that there are no quiet days in Sintra. Your Tricks To Escape Tourists are actually things every single tourist has thought of. Sintra takes no breaks. You chose the Instagrammer Palace, you're going to waste 2h just standing around, waiting, and then visit the Palace in about 40-45 minutes because the staff there refuse to let anyone stop and breathe or, god forbid, read a fucking plaque or take a picture and treat that shit like goddamn Shawshank with the KEEP WALKING yelling.

"I'll go to THAT other palace then" while there are palaces that are not even a fraction of the chaos that is Pena, I promise you you're not thinking of them. Yes Regaleira is just as chaotic, if not more, you just don't feel it is because it's a fucking massive garden, and you get there and see all these tracks and paths and think "ah! I made the right decision" and then you get to the initiation well and you're back to cursing god

"I will go during low season there's less people then!" I've been hearing these words all month long, only without the exciting ingenuity of someone who truly believes they've cracked the code. Last year I heard the same in October and November. Baby boy. Baby girl. There's no low season. Everything is hell right now. As I keep saying: whatever your clever trick, literally everyone else has thought about it

"I bet just the town is okay" Sintra is a town whose urban layout looks like what happens if a kid comes up with the concept of a city in a shoebox. I don't think most people understand how tiny it is but I think confusion stems from the fact that Sintra is advertised as having beautiful places to visit like Colares and Guincho, which is true, but that's the district. The town, where all the palaces are, is small. The streets are narrow. Think oldest part of Alfama narrow, only in Sintra there's like 4 of them and that's the whole thing. You can literally visit it in one hour. I'm not dishing out on it, it's one of my favourite places and the fact that it's so small adds to the charm for me. But now drop thousands of tourists in there and you're back to that kid designing a city inside a shoebox but now he's actually dropping bugs in it.

And sure, Piriquita isn't that crowded, and you go on the takeway line and there's only two people ahead of you and you think, see this isn't so bad! And then the two people ahead of you are actually a single group of 19 spanish middle aged women who are now, ONLY NOW, deciding what pastries they want, and since they're here, might as well ask what every single one of them are, and oh you're not in a hurry are you? We're gonna be here a while haha. And you just wanted one silly little travesseiro

Just skip Sintra. It's a fucking nightmare. I'm wet, I'm frustrated, I've been on my feet for 40 minutes and I've ran out of things to explain about the fucking Palace because otherwise i simply will have nothing to say when we're actually inside.

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Day 2: summer

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1544,

Lisbon

It was the end of summer and the branches of the trees lining the sides of the roads connecting their countries were heavy with fruit, the air warm and sweet as Spain rode at top speed through Badajoz and into Elvas, gripping the reigns tight and kicking back his horses’ sides to make him go even faster, ignoring the locals’ surprised and judgmental stares.

By the time he came into Lisbon the sun was hot and burning above him and there was a pang of hunger hollowing his stomach. He would deal with it later, the letter he brought with him from Madrid safely secured inside his doublet and he left his horse at the royal stables before climbing up the stairs of the Ribeira Palace two steps at a time, the guards opening the doors for their ally without question.

He looked around the antechamber while he waited, the palace’s high ceilings decorated with paintings of angels and saints, white and blue tiles depicting historical victories in battles long fought when Portugal had first ventured out into the north of Africa. Spain knew the stories, everyone knew the stories. No one knew exactly how Portugal had accomplished such deeds, but they had all heard about them. The long sieges, battles that went long into the night, city walls that crumbled under Portuguese cannons. Civilization conquering barbarism.

“It’s unlike you to come unannounced,” Portugal said as he came to greet him, and Spain spun on his axis to see him come into the antechamber, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“I received a letter from a mutual acquaintance,” Spain answered in lieu of explanation, reaching into his pocket for the folded paper with the English seal, Portugal’s eyebrows furrowing further as he extended it to him. “I would like your opinion on it.”

Portugal’s eyes moved swiftly over the pages, his frown turning into amusement as he read, lips pressing together to hold in laughter, and Spain almost regretted coming to him in the first place if Portugal hadn’t looked up at him and asked, in the most serene of tones:

“Have you eaten yet?”

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“England is a jerk,” Spain complained sullenly, slouched on the couch of Portugal’s private quarters after a full and hearty meal, watching him lay out cards on a low table while sitting cross-legged from it, playing a hard game of solitaire against himself. “I told him I wanted to end the war against France, I finally had France agree to back me up on the church reform project I told you about, he finally agreed to break his alliance with the Ottomans—” Portugal grunted loudly, laying a queen of hearts on top of a king of clubs, “—but if England doesn’t stop hostilities against France and Scotland in the north it’ll be all for naught!”

Portugal listened, but didn’t comment, turning three cards from the pile and frowning at his game. Spain threw an arm melodramatically over his face.

“I don’t know how you can stand England,” he groaned with a pout, “He’s a bully and his breath stinks and his King is an idiot,” Spain mumbled, but Portugal merely hummed from his spot on the floor, continuing to stack cards on the table.

“He makes me laugh,” he said quietly, still too engrossed in his game to see the way Spain peeked at him from under his arm.

He huffed in mild disbelief. He found nothing funny about England. The air that came in through the open windows was warm, the afternoon sun glowing gold on the horizon with the end of summer.

“When is your next trip?” Spain asked, peeking at him again.

Portugal’s lips moved worriedly from side to side, searching for a card until he finally spotted a jack of spades and placed it on top of his queen of hearts. “I have to be in Japan in four months.”

“Can I come with you?” he piped up excitedly, lifting himself up from the couch on his elbows, looking at Portugal pleadingly. “I haven’t been out of Europe in years.”

But Portugal merely gave him a reproachful look before turning his eyes back down. “We agreed you’d stay on your side of the line,” he said before going back to his game, and Spain let his body fall back down with a defeated groan.

“I’m starting to think you’re a bully too,” he told him demurely.

Portugal snorted. He snorted, but didn’t disagree.

[carissimipaixao]

Hello,

Can I ask for 'mistletoe' or 'surprise' with Shay Cormac for your Christmas Inbox?

─ SURPRISE

published on: february 19, 2023 requested by: anon pairing: shay cormac & reader word count: 1.1k+ note: submitted during the christmas inbox! additional note: i decided to follow along with @sunsetagain's "timeline", in her amazing comic "a ship without a rudder", which i had the pleasure to translate for years ago, where shay arrives in lisbon the day prior to the earthquake. i definitely suggest you check out her content, be it for assassin's creed or even detroit: become human, because, oh my goodness isn't she the most talented person i know 😭🥰

The last few years have been nothing but work, work, work and work. You hardly have time for distractions, nor do you allow yourself the luxury of having a break. You are not the highest-ranking Assassin in the Brotherhood, but your Mentor has always entrusted you to solve the most challenging mysteries. Your family has long been part of the Brotherhood and, along with your skills, you assume you earn that trust.

Lisbon has always been the untangling cobweb for the Templars, and, no matter how hard the Brotherhood pushes forward and undoes their business, someone comes from the shadows and destroys everything you have done. Yet, when His Magnanimous Majesty passed, your Mentor and other Master Assassins from the various corners of the city, as well as the countryside, believed that having his son on the throne might provide an opportunity to fight back.

But, just as before, something twisted all of your plans. In a matter of days, a new threat loomed on the horizon.

You are sitting on top of the rooftops, looking down at the city — as both commoners and nobles walk on the streets — when you hear the tiles move behind you. You turn swiftly, hand in your precious dagger. It is no one other than one of your friends, and you relax immediately, heaving a long sigh. ‘Haven’t I told you not to creep up behind me like that?’ 

‘Guilty as charged,’ the Assassin snickers, raising his hands. ‘But the Mentor has called for you. He said there is someone here who you might want to see.’ He gestures for you to follow him, and you do, almost reluctantly. You are not sure whoever it is that you would like to meet, considering everyone you have ever cared for lives within the city. But, perhaps you have nothing else in mind except getting rid of the Minister’s iron fist and liberating Lisbon.

It does shock you, however, when you enter the den and faintly recognize the face of the stranger in the middle of the hall, who has turned to stare at you. There is a glimpse of caution and, dare you say, betrayal in those eyes, but you cannot tell why. Your friend looks between the two of you curiously and disappears back onto the rooftops. The Mentor puts a hand on the stranger’s shoulder, smiling.

‘The Colonial Brotherhood has sent one of their Assassins to accomplish a mission here,’ he tells you, speaking in English for the sake of the stranger. ‘But, I’m still surprised to know that you are one of us now!’ He glances at the man, looking at him up and down.

‘Mentor,’ you begin, ‘who is he?’

His eyes glint in mischief. ‘I believe you knew this young man a long time ago. Anyway, this is Shay.’

You freeze, remembering younger days when you used to chase around a sailor’s son in the docks and downtown. You didn’t speak his language at the time and he couldn’t speak yours, either. Instead, if there is something that unites all children and remains a global idiom, it is mischief. You were very lonely back then, with your parents working nonstop for the Brotherhood. Besides, it’s not like you were part of a higher society and had a maid looking after you at home.

‘Shay Cormac,’ the man finishes for your Mentor, his face now morphing into a wide smile. ‘Nice to meet you, lass.’

‘I don’t—... you’re an Assassin,’ you shake your head. Trying to ignore the unsubtle way your Mentor is walking away, you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes. ‘I don’t remember you being one.’ You raise a hand, almost asking for permission for a second chance, to reform your words. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about this right now. You want to see the city first, for your mission, right?’

Shay chuckles. ‘I see not much has changed.’ It sounds like it was just a note for himself. ‘No need, lass, I know where I need to go. It’s not too far from here, anyway.’ He walks up to you and, in that short distance, you take the chance to look over his face. Indeed, not much has changed; you can still recognize that devious gaze and that mischievous grin. He easily towers over you, which is amusing, considering it used to be the other way around when you two were mere children. ‘You sound like my friends back home, too. All serious.’

‘Things are difficult here,’ you murmur.

‘So I hear.’ He looks at you up and down, and you try not to do so much as a twitch. You have never liked being the center of attention. ‘I’ve been tasked by my own Mentor to get an artifact from the Carmo Convent, but I will follow through with the mission tomorrow. I’ve just arrived from a very long trip.’

You nod. The workaholic — and extremely stressed out — side of you wants to complain; a good Assassin continues through with their work, no matter what, but you don’t know for just how long he was at sea. Besides, something tells you that he is somewhat new in the Assassin Brotherhood. ‘I understand,’ you say. ‘Let me show you to the chambers. You can rest here for the night, unless you have anywhere else to stay.’

‘Much obliged,’ the Irishman grins. ‘Perhaps you will accompany me, and tell me what you have been up to since the last time we met.’

As you begin to lead the way to the chambers within the den, you snort. You are very quick to dodge intimacy or anything that may stray you from your path. You have placed your work in front of everything else, really. It has been an inside joke amongst your friends that, indeed, you would become like those grumpy old ladies that want nothing from gentlemen callers or from anyone that might cross their sight, preferring solitude, peace and quiet. You can now tell that being flirtatious is also a new trait to Shay, but it still aligns with the playful nature that you know to be uniquely his.

‘Perhaps tomorrow, after your mission?’ You suggest, however. Even though you want nothing from Shay — at least, you know you don’t seek what he had implied —, you cannot help the curiosity. It has been years, and you would not mind reconnecting with someone you used to consider your friend. Besides, if he is a fellow Assassin, you might be able to gain insight into the American colonies from him. You shake off the slight shame that has creeped into your bones.

As you hold the door open for him, you turn. Shay appears to be thinking about your offer. After a beat of silence, he sighs. ‘Well, if you say so. Even if I do reckon you should have a break, I understand if you have things to get back to.’ He gives you a wink as he passes, holding the door instead — and you ignore how your hands briefly brushed against one another, the spark that rushes up your arm. ‘Let us meet tomorrow, then, after my mission.’

‘Sounds like a promise,’ you smile.

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