#BringJoffreyBackToLife2K16

You’re Safe Now

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape and swearing. 

!! This topic is a very serious matter and may find this disturbing or triggering to read so do be warned. If you feel uncomfortable reading, please don’t feel bad for leaving and going to read something else.

Word count: 2,407

Summary: You’re a kook and you and JJ have recently broken it off, so Sarah persuades you to go out to a party to try and get over him. 

A/N: i know pogues and kooks don’t usually go to house parties together but let’s just pretend they do in this

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The weight she felt is back. Well, it never really left her. It was just numbed with the excessive amount of alcohol that she consumed, leaving her with a pain in her head and the all known feelings of sharp and sudden pangs in her chest. 

 The pain was unusual to her, as before, heartbreak was a mystery. But now it’s only gotten worse. The swooping sensation in her stomach has risen and has the feeling that everything is slowed down, as if running in water has hit rock bottom.

 Sarah has checked on her multiple times in the past week but she just wanted to be alone. Alone to her thoughts. Thoughts on why he left. Crying, sleeping, drinking and thinking about him had been the only tasks she could bring herself to do. But was that really helping her? It didn’t seem to be, but the pain of seeing someone else who was happy, and them not feeling what she was, hurt her the most. She knew once Sarah left her room she would go out and live her life like normal and be happy, so why couldn’t she be like that?

 Staring at the ceiling, Y/N heard two faint knocks on the door, followed by it opening. She didn’t bother to look because she knew it would be her best friend coming to check up on her like she has done almost every day for the past week. Trying to get her to do the basic tasks of showering, eating and drinking anything other than what her parents had in their liquor cabinet and cupboards.

“Y/N? How are you feeling?” Sarah asked cautiously as she made her way to sit beside her on the side of the bed. Ignoring her, Y/N just sat up and lent against the headboard and played with her hands that were seated in her lap.

“Listen, I know you’re not in the mood, but I think it will be a really good idea for you to come out with me tonight.” Continuing to ignore her, Sarah sighed and began speaking again, “there’s not gunna be a lot of people there, the Kooks are just throwing a small thing, close friends, and a couple of Tourons, so you can get your mind off of him. You can shower, get changed and leave the house to get some fresh air. It will do you good.”

Y/N wanted to disagree with her, she really did. But deep down she knew Sarah was right. Staying in bed and feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t get her over him and fix her. She wouldn’t heal and forget about him if I didn’t carry on living her life. 

Looking up at her best friend, positioned beside her on the bed, she sent her a small nod and returned the intense gaze she had back to her hands on her lap.

“Okay, I’ll run you a shower,” she said enthusiastically as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

An hour later, Y/N and Sarah stepped along the sidewalk outside of the big kook house that held the party. Sarah said the party was going to be small, with hardly any people. But boy was she wrong. Y/N instantly regretted her decision to go and started backing up, stepping away from the house and its loud music further wishing to be tucked under the covers of her bed.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry, I honestly thought it was going to be small, I guess the word got out.” Sarah saw her movements and grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere.

“It’s okay,” Y/N returned in such a quiet voice she was surprised she could be heard. Sarah gave her a small smile and began to lead her into the house.

The music was so loud that it made her skin tingle and her lungs feel like mush. Not that that was how she was already feeling anyway. Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. She couldn’t make out any words, but laughter rang in her ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. A simple task that she found extremely hard to do in the past couple days. She found it sad that she couldn’t bring herself to laugh, but couldn’t blame herself. All she is, is sadness, every other emotion pushed from her being. 

Following Sarah through the house, being held by her arm, they made it to the kitchen, where Sarah poured herself and Y/N a drink. Gladly accepting. Neither of them knew what it was made of but it tasted good. As she was taking a sip, letting the familiar feeling of the alcohol travel down her throat, she again felt her arm being pulled and led away from the kitchen making her feet follow.

Weaving in-between masses of people, they finally arrived at a group of people Y/N recognised as Sarah’s friends from her classes, some she knew from hanging out, others she had never spoken to but were friendly nonetheless. Sending everyone a friendly but emotionless smile to be polite, she ignores all of their conversations, sipping her drink quietly to herself and falling back into the recent familiar state of feeling alone.

Looking around at the people in the crowded room, it is full of kooks, tourons and pogues. Everyone is feeding off of the smiles and fast drinking. It’s wall to wall of people dancing to the music or standing in individual groups, chatting, drinking and playing games. There’s no room for any more people to go. One of the busiest parties Y/N has ever seen. 

Then she sees him.

Stealing her breath and the heat from her skin. He was sitting on the edge of a sofa across the room from her, staring at his beer bottle that was in his hands. Wearing his signature grey board shorts, his classic grey, sleeveless shirt and his old worn out boots that she had to move one too many times for being in the way, thrown on her bedroom floor.

He had dark circles under his eyes and the few day stubble decorating his jaw, told her he also hasn’t been looking after himself. The obvious weight loss could be seen around his neck and face making his jawline look more prominent and his neck even smaller. 

Surrounded by the pogues, she could tell that he too, wasn’t invested in the party he was at, and all of the conversations happening around him. His expression was of one being forced to endure an unpleasant odour. Was he being forced there too? Was he hurting just as much as she was? With her mind wondering, other questions popped into her head. Did Sarah know he was going to be here? Is that why she made her come? 

Y/N knew Sarah had been seeing John B (not that anyone else was supposed to know) so was this all one big plan that they came up with to get the two of them back together again?

Her eyes slowly began to fill with tears as she continued to watch him. Watch his movements. Watch his hands move around the bottle in his hands while trying to remove the paper on its side. Watching his eyes move as people walk past him or sit down around him. 

Before she began to cry in front of everyone and he could see her, Y/N stood to her feet and walked away making her way through the masses of people to find an empty section of the house. 

Just as she made it out of the crowd of people and into an empty hallway, the wall of tears burst like water from a dam, falling down her face. She felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and looked toward the window, as if the moon light could soothe her. She hears her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of her I didn’t know she had left to give. 

The door to the room next to her began to open, making her quickly wipe away the excess tears that were down her cheeks and taking a deep breath in to try and calm her rapid breathing. Looking at her reflection through the window that was opposite the door, she could see two heavily intoxicated guys stumble out of a bedroom, followed by Rafe Camron.

She didn’t know what was going on inside of the room, but she knew it was something to do with drugs by the way all three mens pupils were dilated and all had slight residue of white powder around their noses.

He was wearing the usual kook fashion that most at the party dressed in, of khaki shorts and pink and white polo shirt as well as his signature slicked back hair style. He was drunk, but not as much his friend who he was just with. 

His blue eyes followed the other two as they stumbled down the corridor,still standing in the doorway before he landed his eyes on Y/N. He continued to stare, making her so uncomfortable that she began to turn away, to find another quiet place in the house to be alone.

“Y/N right? Sarah’s friend?” he asked, stopping her by positioning his body to block the route she was going to take back to the party.

“Uh yeah, but I, I need to um.. I need to go and find Sarah now,” she stuttered quietly, cursing at herself for how obvious the discomfort in her voice was. Not wanting to get into a conversation of why she’s crying to the person who hates the pogues, and more specifically JJ, the most. 

“You know, I’ve alway had a thing for you,” Rafe’s raspy voice said, looking down on her. Watching her every move without taking a blink. She backed herself more into the wall, a way of hiding from him. He stalked after her, trapping her. She felt the walls begin to close in every step Rafe took. “But I lost all respect for you when I heard you got with that dirty pogue.”

“Please Rafe, just let me go” she felt more tears burn in her eyes and they began to fall. 

“Now now, don’t cry,” Rafe cooed, shivering when she felt the rough texture of his hands brushing a stray tear from her face with the other hand slightly above her hip. Her body automatically tried to get away from his but his tight grip on my body only made it harder. Pinning her further into the wall.

“I haven’t got laid in awhile,” Rafe said. Y/N’s stomach dropped to the ground. 

Y/N let out a choked sob. “Please,” she pleaded again.

Her watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up from fear. She tried to scream or make any sort of noise to gain the attention of anyone, but the inside of her mouth lacked any moisture and a croak was all that could make it past her lips. She felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. 

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on her neck, his stubby fingers curled in her hair and he still had his body pressed against hers against the wall.

Out of nowhere, a balled fist collided with Rafe’s cheekbone, flinging his neck backward like a willow caught in the wind. He stumbled backwards, releasing his body from the terrified girls, rubbing his cheek with his palm. 

“Rafe, what the fuck?” a girl’s voice shouted. Sarah. Y/N collapsed to the floor trying to take in air through her trembling body. Sarah following trying to help calm the petrified girl on the floor

“JJ! Get off of him, you made your point!” another familiar voice shouted. John B.

Looking up through watery eyes she saw the commotion that was unfolding in front of her.

JJ.  

He saved her from Rafe as if he could hear her silent prayers and pleads.

She saw as John B held a struggling JJ from attacking an already bruised and bloody Rafe led on the floor trying to pull himself up.

“Rafe just leave” you heard Sarah say from beside you, as she continued to stroke Y/N’s back.

Gazing over at JJ, his menacing eyes were a blazing red staring at the man as he walked back to the main party. His head tilted down making the rest of his features indistinguishable.

As Rafe left, John B let go of the angry teen and he instantly made his way to her. Before she could draw in the air her body desperately needed, JJ knelt down on her other side and helped her up with help from Sarah.

Standing with his support, she melted into his form. Feeling his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around her back, drawing her in closer. She can feel her body shake. Releasing the current event and seeing him and touching him for the first time since they broke up.

Sarah backed up and clung to John B as tears welled in her eyes as she watched the girl in JJ’s arms. She always saw Y/N as this tough Kook who wouldn’t take shit from anyone. And seeing her best friend so vulnerable at the hands of someone she trusted, hurt.

JJ pulls his head back and wipes the tears that fell from Y/N’s eyes with his callous fingers. Even the roughness of his fingertips brings more relief then her heart can hold. He is eating her with his eyes, running his hand through her Y/H/C hair.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.. you’re safe now,” he spoke in a quiet hushed voice. Kissing her forehead like they would always do to each other to try and calm themselves down.

In that moment all she could think about was him. Why they broke up and went their separate ways in the first place. It’s as if all that love became pain, pain became fear and the fear sowed hatred. Hatred strong enough to break them. Ironic isn’t it. Maybe that’s the way things go, a strong hate to break a strong love.

“Thank you”

Touch Starved

JJ Maybank x Reader

Request: @joshy-obx​ gave me this idea: it’s really simple and short but you can expand on it if you want. the pogues are hanging out all day in the beach, surfing, etc. and jj is being super clingy with the reader (his gf) like he can’t stop touching her and making out with her and it’s all because he had a bad night with his father

Summary: JJ needs a little extra love sometimes

Warnings: fluff

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When JJ and you first started dating, JJ didn’t know how touch starved he was. He loved it when you played with his hair and let him be the little spoon. He loved it when he would lay against your chest and just ramble about his day.

 You put down the food basket on the sand. The pogues and you were spending the day at the beach. JJ, Pope, and John B carried down the surfboards from the van, placing them next to all the stuff. Sarah and Kie carried over the drink cooler, full of beer and water. 

JJ had been touchy all morning since your friends picked you up. You were trying to lay down the huge blanket on the sand when JJ came up behind you and hugged you. “JJ,” You laughed as he placed kisses down your shoulder as you dropped the blanket to the sand. “JJ can you stop kissing your girlfriend and help me carry down the other things?” John B shouted at the blonde. 

JJ whined as he walked off, Sarah came over to help with the blanket. You two laid it out, anchoring it down with the coolers and surfboards. “JJ seems clingy today,” Sarah commented. You sighed, looking at the blonde who was helping John B carry everything down to the sand. “He has been weird today,” You frowned, “You think he would tell me if something was wrong right?” Kie approached, “JJ wouldn’t hide things from you.” 

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Fake Instagram posts for Peter Parker dating the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts 

Little Hotch // True Night.

Warnings: mention of murder, a misogynistic prat, sexual harassment.

A/n: I do not condone any things said in this part by the oc Chad.

No One's POV:

"The level of overkill suggests an unsubs in a psychotic break, multiple unsubs having psychotic breaks is unlikely" reid said, as him and derek walk over to the crime scene.

"I'd say it ia definitely our guy, same victimology. Hotch, this guy is getting off the charts brutal" morgan says whilst on the phone with Hotch.

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Y/n's POV.

Things have changed a bit since my first case with the BAU for example I've made friends with a couple girls in my year, who are all fifteen or sixteen.

Downfall, two of them have these boyfriends who are the worst kind of people in high school; the preppy jocks. They harass everyone and feel obliged to slap at least one girl's ass per day.

I was with Gia and her boyfriend, Chad when she left for a minute to get us drinks. He had turned to me saying with his hand on my thigh "so, why don't you show me them then, dollface?"

Nothing happened luckily except for him saying how that is how most girls get good grades. Or how me, wearing a dark oversized sweater, checkered skirt and knee high socks means I'm 'asking for it'.

I left not long after and got my mum to drop me off to the office even if I know the only one there is Penelope but decide that it's the place I feel most comfortable with me and mum always arguing.

Walking into Penelope's batcave, I see her looking through one of the computers. When she heard me open the door, she immediately turns around and jumps up from her chair.

"You're here, Hotch said you were at a friend's house today, did you leave early?" Penelope asks. "Yeah, I wanted to leave a bit earlier than expected" I answer.

"Sweet girl, I may not be a profiler but I'm surrounded by them, what happened at her house?" she said. I feel tears prick the corner of my eyes as I try to hold them in.

It doesn't last long when I decide to tell her. As I finish she pulls me into a hug but just then her phone rings and she has to answer. "Hi, sugar" Penelope greets and I know it's Derek.

"No, my machine of miracles is no longer working until further notice as our sweet girl here is having a hard time" she looks to me for a second with pity before halting just as she was going to tell him the truth.

"Bye, chocolate thunder" penny says before hanging up. She turns to me, saying "come on, I'll do us some tea and you can have some shortbread."

As we sit there, she suddenly goes serious and I know what conversation is about to happen. "Y/n, you know we have to tell someone, especially your dad."

"Penelope, can you not mention it to any of them, it's embarrassing" I practically beg. "It's only embarrassing for that jerk" she tries to convince me, "can I at least tell Derek or Hotch?"

"Just Derek, I don't want my dad knowing about it" I finalise. "But sweetie, he'll find out one day" Penelope attempts once more, "and he would want to know you're his daughter."

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Video Music Awards - Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluffy, drabble

You came to the backstage at the exact moment when he started to performance and at the end of this, you were already crying and screaming, totally forgetting that you were there to make him a surprise.

When the water starts to fall, you fell as if all the air was being pulled out of your lungs. It was a incredible view, of course it was, but it definitely wasn’t better than what he just made with his voice.

You knew now that this one was the greatest performance of his carreer and you couldn’t be prouder, you didn’t need to say anything, the tears in your eyes could tell it by itself.

And when he came to the backstage and saw you, he just freezed. At the first moment, Shawn looked at Andrew that nodded and sent him a grin and then looked at you again. He wasn’t believing that you were there. You were at home, in Toronto, and now you were there, right in front of him.

“Go and give her a hug!” Andrew said taking the guittar off his hands and that’s when Shawn finally rushed, but stopped when he was only a few centimeters away from you.

“I don’t wanna wet you. You’re looking so gorgeous.”

“I don’t care.” You said excitedly and then jumped to hug him very tight. It’s been a couple weeks since you saw each other for the last time. He had been on tour and you were getting ready to start your senior year.

“I can’t believe that you’re here, babe.” He said and you noticed that he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Me neither.” You laughed tooking the wetted hair out of his face, getting on tiptoes to kiss him. “It was your best performance so far, sweetheart.”

“I know! I can’t believe it happened! Feels like I’m daydreamin’.”

“I’m so proud of you.” You murmured, caressing his baby face.

“Oh no, you’ll make me cry.” He said and you could see his eyes getting red. “I love you. Thank you for coming. You don’t have idea about how much does it mean to me. I love you, I love you.” He pulled you closer again, holding you tighter than he ever did.

“I love you too, babyboy.” You pressed a fast kiss on his lips again. “Now go, change your clothes and dry your hair. The air conditionater is on and I don’t want you to be sick.”

“You’ll stay here waiting for me?” He asked with puppy eyes and you could feel the same old butterflies flying in your stomach.

“As longs as it takes.” You said, watching while he excitedly goes to his dressroom. 

Teen Wolf/Shameless MasterList

Stiles Stilinski:

Drive You Home?

Just A Silly Crush

Failed

Nothing

Pleading For Mercy

The Sound Of Your Voice

First Time

I Just Wanted To Help

A Little Stuck

I Had To

It Was You

Oh, Thank God!

You Do Look Hot

Married Couple

Coming Back

All of This, Just for You

Yeah

Kept Hidden

He Won’t Mind

Hangover

Never Ending Memory

All Your Fault

Hesitant

Not At All

Didn’t Mind

Been There For You

Think (with Void Stiles)

Bound To Happen

Nor Will It Ever

Terrible At Keeping Secrets

Assurance

Void Stiles:

My Time

A Craving

Sinister

Kinda Messed Up

Chaotic

Scott McCall:

Watching Over You

Unable To

Take Me Home

Practice Jersey

Reciting The Textbook

I Never Was

Revealing Myself

Fade Away

Nothing Else

With Your Permission

I Always Have

What You’ve Endured

Isaac Lahey:

Wasn’t Sure

Anchor

Long Enough

I Could Never

Two Beta’s And Their Alpha’s

Probably

But You Loved It

All For Me?

It’s Too Late

The Truth

Making Sure

Every Step of the Way

Never Wavering

Deal

It’s A Date

Defensive

Support

Me

We Thought It Was Obvious

Maybe Not

As Long As

Yourself

Okay (fuckboy au)

Wanted To Be Him

Late Night Confessions

No Longer

Want

For Beacon Hills

Derek Hale:

Stumbling Through

You Do Now

A Long Time

Accident In The Kitchen

Breaking The Law

Never Disappointed

To The Loft

Saved Your Butts

Faint

Liam Dunbar:

Now Is Not The Time

Just Fine

Heart of Gold

Helpless

Totally Worth It

A Little

Is This Really The Time?

Deep Gash

Doesn’t Change Anything

But..?

All Along

Good Enough Reason

Hadn’t Known

Dramatic

No Matter What

ones promised

Theo Raeken:

Ended Up Becoming More

Without Hesitation

Stay With Me, Okay?

Mixed Emotions

I’m Pretty Sure

Three In The Morning

Sincerity

I Slipped

Idealistic

Secrecy

Never Stopped

Actors:

Dylan O’Brien:

Lounging

Daniel Sharman:

Better?

Shameless:

Lip Gallagher:

Something Else

Smitten

Always Gonna Be There (platonic)

Unbelievably, Uncontrollably and Undeniably

More Than Enough

A Place

Poor Excuse

Rest Assured

You’re Fucking Oblivious

Ian Gallagher:

Just One Moment (platonic)

Carl Gallagher:

Kissing Training Wheels

My Hero

Thanks To You

In The End

Distaste

2020/07/01

fix you | p.p

summary: after fighting mysterio, peter comes back to you in need of a little fixing up; both physically and mentally. stark!reader.

wc: a short, sweet, little bit teary-eyed 900

masterlist | insp.

when your phone rang and you saw peters name pop up along with his contact picture, you didn’t even hesitate to grab your phone as quick as you could, scaring sam in the process as you threw down your uno cards.

“hello?”

“hey, uh… can i get a ride?”

his voice was shaky, his breathing quick, and with no more than thirty seconds into the phone call, you could tell that something was wrong. the way that your stomach twisted with every word that left his mouth just confirmed your thoughts. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you.” 

at this point, you were looking at happy, who was already going to get the jet ready for takeoff. 

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So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

Super excited to see more Fourth Wing content on Tumblr. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but maybe some fluff with our hot wingleader Xaden? Or some wholesome training scenes with the dragons?

It needs to be brought here because it's a crime to have practically nothing here!!!

Morning lights

The morning sun wasn't even fully out when Aetos banged on every single door on the first year's floor shouting something about the promised training and how lucky everyone should feel that he's taking his time to put in extra work even if it should be a punishment for performing worse then others squads in the last training session.

You suddenly become hyper-aware of the still-cold morning air seeping through the window, that you left ajar last night. Dawn is still breaking outside. Light shades of pinks and oranges painting the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. One you wouldn't want to miss or at least enjoy one of the mornings when someone isn't forcing you out of bed.

You move to get up slowly but two strong hands instantly tighten over your lower stomach, drawing you back to where you were laying moments ago. "Remind me to spit into Aetos morning coffee", the husky voice fills the space. You let out a breathy chuckle, turning slightly in the embrace of the man who's been sharing your bed for some nights now. "Don't, he might come swinging at me", you mutter, trying not to fully chase his sleep away since his eyes were still closed. He lets out a slightly frustrated huff, "I would love to see him try", and here it is real Xaden Riorson lethal, powerful, ready to fight at any given moment.

It was slightly funny how this big muscular male was squeezed beside you looking like an absolute work of art that didn't belong in the first year's bedroom. Your fingers carefully moved to run through Xaden's dark hair, nails scratching the scalp softly. The most content sigh leaves his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.

"Wingleader, the cadet is needed on the training grounds", you say in a more serious tone, in a way mocking Aetos. But you also know that time is working against you now. You do need to get out of bed and get ready. The last thing you want to listen to is grumpy males complaining. "This cadet is needed in bed", Xaden mumbled against your skin, bringing you even closer to him, his warmth seeping into your skin and now you understand why you didn't feel the cold breeze from outside. How could you when you have a whole personal heater in your bed? "Is that an order?", you tease, Xaden opens one eye, throwing a glare your way, "Yes. Yes, it is".

Yet it all wasn't that simple. He was still a wingleader. A wingleader who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Because the conclusion that everyone would go straight to would be that you slept your way into safety. And you don't want to be labeled as a whore. This place was a shit show as it is most of the time.

You firmly push at Xaden's arms, the last thought fueling you with enough strength to pull away from him. "No...", he tries to grab onto your hips once more but you're out of his reach now. Could he easily drag you back? Yes. One flicker of his shadows and you would be pinned to the bed. But he's not stupid too. The commotion outside the door is getting louder. Meaning that you're running out of time.

"Now you're being a whiny baby", you tease, pulling Xaden's shirt from your body and reaching for your flying leathers instantly. Better safe than sorry in these kinds of situations. "I'm not a whiny baby", he argues back and you can hear the announcer in his voice that makes you chuckle, "And now his masculinity has been scarred", you place your hand on your chest sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I hate you", he rolls his eyes, before moving to sit up. His muscular chest somehow looking even more unreal in the early morning light. But you shake your head quickly, reaching for your daggers, "Oh same... look at us sharing mutual emotions", you flash him a smile that he doesn't return.

"Be careful", he says, eyes now practically cutting right through you. One of his shadows move to caress the scar that now was forming on your forearm. You brush your fingers over the shadow, "I'm always careful". But you can tell that the worry growing within him is much bigger than most mornings. "This is something Aetos came up with. Most definitely no one in command...", but you cut the distance between you, knee pressing into your mattress as you lean closer to him, "I will be fine, Riorson", you lean in brushing your lips over his. The kiss is gentle and soft. A rare moment because most of the time it's filled with so much speed and desire that you lose yourself in the moment. Not even noticing when it ends. "And I have Liam" you mumble, packing his lips one more time before turning to leave. Xaden growls and you know that it's because you said another male's name right before kissing him. Territorial bastard.

"Any clues about what this is?", you catch up with Liam, who instantly wraps you up in a side hug as you walk alongside the others.

"Not really. Some bullshit", he grumbles still sleepy. "Use your far sight signit", you wrap your hands around his middle. "And look into Aetos insides?", you let out a laugh, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth and shoving Liam slightly. Yet a couple of heads instantly turned your way. Jack one of them. Instantly glaring at you. You return the favor by flipping him off but that only makes his snarl more.

Morag. You call out. Not far away. The voice rings out, soothing you in a way. Do you stink of wingleader once again? You roll your eyes. Mind your business. Morag lets out a dramatic sigh. I have to carry your stinky ass. You flip him off mentally. Out of the two of us, it's you who stinks.

"I'll see you out there", Liam taps your shoulder as he walks towards his dragon. Wrapping your arms around yourself you watch as he jog towards Deigh. You can't imagine your life without him now either. You two had bonded almost immediately. After crossing the parapet you burst into tears. Liam had instantly stood in front of you shielding you from the crowd and equally as much not letting others see your tears. "If it helps, I'm sure a shat myself midway", he had whispered, making you let out a chuckle as you whipped your tears.

But you're brought out of your head as a hand holding a cloth clasps over your mouth and you're brought into a tight chest with a huff. Your hands instantly move to push away from the person holding you down, moving and wiggling in its hold. "Squad whore", the words ring in your ears and you instantly know how this is. Just don't have much time to be mad when a wave of dizziness hit you. That fuck must have dosed the material in something.

I'm almost there. Hold on. Morag's voice fills your head. Your nails dig into his pam as you try to rip it off your face. But then you see the gleam of light. Reflection. Sun. A dagger. Your eyes widen. Jack strikes for a kill just you move you heal up shoving between his legs as hard as you can. The blade zaps the side of your neck, and the warm blood trickles down almost immediately. "I'll end you bitch", Jack barks from behind you. You try to step away but your legs buck as you come in contact with the ground. The roar pierces the field. For a moment you feel relief flowing through you because it has to be Morag but it's the blue wings that make your gut drop. Even the shouting from cadets dies down. Sgaeyl. Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. You try to push your hands against the ground. You need to get out of her way as well, yet your body feels so heavy. She lads with a thud, sending dirt debris flying all over.

Xaden you plea in your head, gods what a way to die by his dragon. Just Sgaeyl steps closer, growling as she glares ahead. You count your last seconds and then her wing moves over you. Drawing away the early sun. You feel the blast of heat and then an agony-filled cry.

Breath Morag orders. What's happening? You ask, feeling your consciousness starting to slip, your hand now clasping the side of your neck. You stink of someone and you're sure Morag is rolling his eyes. Xaden. Sgaeyl felt Xaden on you. Or has he told her something? Does he know? Sgaeyl moves her wing away, and her snout if you can call it that moves closer to you as she inhales your scent. "Thank you", you mutter, "Just tell Xaden a less dramatic story, please", you're not sure but it sounds like she lets out a snort before moving to nudge your hand and then everything goes black.

When you open your eyes once more it takes you a moment to realize what had happened as memories filled your head. Head. Head that was pounding. The tightest on your neck piercing with pain. "Love", a voice rings out and you flinch instantly. Warm fingers run down your arm, that same comforting warmth that you know. You blink your eyes a couple of times. Waiting for your eyes to concentrate. And there he is. His hair was messy from all the pulling he must have done. The shirt slightly wrinkly. "Why are you here?", you ask groggy, hand instantly reaching for your throat at the uncomfortable pulling. "In my room? Or with you?", panic runs through you. You can't be in his room. No. No. No. People will talk. You move to sit up but Xaden's arms instantly hold you down.

"You're not going anywhere. Gave me enough of a fright", he grumbles in frustration, "I didn't ask for it", you argue back. Something in his eyes darken, "And I did? I've never ran faster and you were there behind Sgaeyl wing all bloody", his voice raising with every word he spoke. Your gaze softens. Losing had always been his biggest fear. And it's been a long while since he had something precious to lose. "Sgaeyl saved me all thanks to you I'm sure", you lace your fingers through his. Xaden shakes his head, "That's all her doing. I did get a lecture about not taking proper care of you", you let out a slight chuckle, imagining her lecturing him and him not being able to talk back, "Say thank you to her from me", you mutter.

Xaden runs his fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh, "I...I love you", he whispers, bringing your hand closer to his lips. You smile at him sweetly, brushing your free fingers across his cheek, "And I love you". Xaden leans in, brushing his lips over yours before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, "Though I wish I could bring him back just so I could kill him myself", he grumbles, "Xaden!", you warn him, yet let yourself chuckle.