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❝ augustus had a sister ❞ augustus 'gus' serrano. 25. field agent.

[gusserrano-blog]

vera-hawthorne:

She wasn’t in the infirmary. The chains on her arms and legs and small strange devices attached to her bare skin were enough to tell her that as she struggled in their hold, attempting to put those breathing exercises to some use. With no avail, she felt the panic rise up in her chest, leaving her breathless and in pain at her restrained arm. “Fuck.” “Fuck” she repeated, wriggling once again in the grasp. It took the sound of laboured breathing beside her to shake her out of her panic, looking at her side to find none other than him, looking the same as she did. A humourless laugh left her lips. Were they always going to be like this? Tangled together? She looked back down, closing her eyes before the sound of a door opening brought her attention again.

Silas didn’t remember closing his eyes or where he’d last been when he started to wake slowly, finding his entire body was strained and unable to move when he heard a voice. Vera. With a shake of his head, trying to wake up, Silas couldn’t move his arms or feet but in the dimly lit room -- he couldn’t see what or where he was or why Vera was there too. A quick glance in her direction only told him that she was tied down as much as he was, leaving him to wonder what the fuck was happening but before he could open his mouth to ask her, a door opened behind them. He tried to turn his head to the sound, see who it was but the light was shining in his eyes as he blinked back dark spots in his vision before he heard a chair squeak on the floor and knew that they weren’t alone anymore.

“Shall we begin?”

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vera-hawthorne:

She’s not sure what everything entailed, but the way that it slipped from her lips without hesitation meant that her mouth had worked before her brain. It had felt like the puzzle pieces had finally started to piece together, every feeling of intangibility, hatred and rage towards Gus all boiled down to one thing. The feelings that lay beneath. Of all of her shortcomings, the three or four failures in her entire Hudson career, they’d been linked to trivial slip ups but her biggest failure was this, her vulnerability. If she’d been able to control herself, just as she had all her life, she would still be at the top, a dangerous Bond girl she was trained to be. These days, she was nothing more than a hot mess and she owed it all to him for ruffling her designer feathers. Her eyes lingered on his wounds, parted lip biting on the other as she took in what she’d done. Some semblance of guilt was written across her features but it was quickly covered with a passive expression as she turned her head back to her fumbling hands in her lap, ignoring as well as she could his sound of pain. “Alright.” She repeated, this time louder.

Alright. What that meant was more than he could even put together as he watched her look away from him with her position on the cot, her arm tied up from him breaking it the other day as the nurses came back into the room again with them dispersing among the both of them. His stitches had pulled apart, the nurse making him raise his arm to give her better access to his side but his eyes never left Vera. He came there with a mission in mind, one to report on the students and the going on’s with Hudson without letting anyone compromise his position but he’d already failed half his mission without anyone even knowing. He’d been compromised by the woman on the other cot, her breaking his cover had only been the start of the fact that he’d been so easily broken when he knew exactly what rode on his success. She’d gotten in where no one else had or would get, not when his sister depended on him as the nurse started to stitch up his side, making him clench his jaw and hold his breath with every pull of his skin. 

[inkbloomed]

☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home

              There was that mass of dark hair - clenched jaw and fiery gaze. She would               have known it anywhere. Her stance faltered, ceasing her footing as the               remaining of her team made their way past her. They didn’t question her,               just nodding after she pointed forward and a simple ( I’ll catch up. ) Then,               came the rush. Her boots crushed against the cracked pavement, black               fabric blending against the dead of night. Sliding down in the ditch, her               breath drew out in a strangled pant.                       When was the last time she had seen him? It had to be months. Her hand               grazed against his clothes, shaking him gently to jolt him out of his dazed               state.                                                 ❝ What the fuck happened to you? ❞    

             Her tone faltered, knowing there was an inkling in herself that  CARED  for Gus.              At least, she cared enough to not want to see him in a bloody pulp like this.    A              strangled breath escaped her lips as she cupped his cheek.     His skin was like              fire while her own was ice cold. It was freezing outside. There was only a matter              of time before whoever did this would return.

[inkbloomed]

[text] “Shut. Up.”

[ text ] : make me

[ text ]  oho gotchu now, you fuck

[springdelaney-deactivated201605]

[text] “Shut. Up.”

[text] what did i say?

[text] or is it the TV

[daniel-chakrabarti-deactivated2]

[text] “Shut. Up.”

[text] You worried?[text] Because I haven’t said anything… yet.

[romanwest]

[text] “Shut. Up.”

[text] “Shut. Up.”

[text]: u dont u make me? ;)

[goodniteowl]

You’re really good at not letting people love you.

(via bl-ossomed)

[princesconsuela]

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“What are you doing to me?” It was a gasp of a noise, his words drowned out by the beating water that hit him square in the back as he leaned forward to press her against the wall as his hips moved in sync with her own, wanting to speed up as she slowed down to the point where he thought he would never be able to catch his breath. She was everywhere and all at once from the grip of her hands on his skin to the tightness of her thighs around his waist as he knew that it wouldn’t be long now for either one of them, least of all himself with the way that she moved like she knew exactly what to do to make him lose control. He could feel his body moving closer to that line of no return as his movements grew more rapid and heated, caring not for the way that her back hit the wall or the tightness of his grip on her body as his lips crashed into hers once more.

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i’m not calling you a liar || mission 2

[lemniscvte]

Macey did not like the look he flashed her, and neither did Paxton, the bristled feeling curling under her skin, the edges perforating them and causing irritation. Her stubborn, spiteful streak was more to the surface than usual, allowing her own eyes to match his, the message clear: watch yourself. It was the most aggression she ever showed, and a flash of guilt crossed her face moments later. However, she did not like being micromanaged, and neither did Paxton, so it felt necessary to remind him. There would be a time and place to bring this up, but now was neither of them, so she slid into place beside him. 

Appearances. Her mother had taught her how far a good disguise could take someone, and Macey had been the perfect understudy. Pity that her mother never had the chance to be a spy, she would have passed with flying colors in the undercover section. Glancing up at Gus with a demure smile, she slid under his arm easily, if he wanted more of a believable cover then she would provide it. 

Her smile changed at his words, and she tossed her head lightly and smiled, moving to kiss his fingers. “He’s too sweet. A bit corny, but sweet nonetheless,” her head tossed again and she peered up at him before making her eyes widen a little in a perfect charade of remembering something. “He should join us, I spilled my drink on the man, we’re practically friends now. Unless you’d like to move to the patio to smoke?” Her head tilted, in question, allowing the men to make the decision. Gus wanted to lead, so she’d give him the reins. She had brought one over, now let him do what he wanted with it. 

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“Join us?” Both Nate and Gus echoed her words, knowing exactly what type of game that she was playing while he settled into the dutiful husband position that he still didn’t have completely under his control. That was what made it all the more believable, newlyweds weren’t always on the same page, but it was all forgone for the way they were around each other even though he couldn’t help the way his gaze would drift from her face to a spot that he hadn’t been able to shake or help himself from flinching when she came near him again. It was only the fact that they had more riding on this than their own sanity that kept him from looking anything less than the husband that he was supposed to be to Paxton.

He merely smiled at her knowingly, on several levels, before his gaze drifted to the game behind them that had started and stopped in the course of a few moments as the men at the table were watching their interactions but more importantly, they were staring at the man that she’d brought over to them. “I think these men have had enough of me taking their money,” he replied casually, gifting them with a cocky smirk before he turned back towards his wife and the newest addition to their company. It was the in that they needed, someone that they could pull in and put to use, but that didn’t mean that they had to go about it right out of the gate. “I could do for a smoke, what do you say?”

His attention shifted once more but his arm didn’t leave her side as he gestured for the man to follow them out ( not before collecting his winnings from the table and sliding them to Macey ) as they moved out of the eye of many of the watchful gazes that were taking in everything and everyone, including them. “Plus, I think this would be the opportunity to get to know our new friend, what do you think?” A raise of his eyebrow, a gleam in his eye, and no one would be able to tell where Gus started and Nate ended as he held her close and took them all to one of the smaller patios that was surprisingly empty for the time being. 

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When you can’t punch a wall | Gus & Dom

@gusserrano

Walking into his room is like rolling the slot machine. Somehow he ends up walking into things that aren’t just a normal quite room, whether it’s Sawyer rummaging his stuff or Andrew letting himself inside to play with Max, he has no idea but to expect nothing of the ordinary every time he turned the knob, thankful when it surprises him with the silence.

And today was just one of those slot machine days.

He came back pretty early, knowing Sawyer was probably still out in class but the person he finds in his room was by far the strangest one yet. Gus sat on his chair, posture tensed as he waited impatiently for someone to come in. He noticed Dom the moment the door opened and they just stared at each other for a solid second. “Do I want to know how you managed your way in here.” He doesn’t really think so, but he brought out half a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him. When Dom placed his bag down on his bed, he noticed the shape Gus was in and he frowned, eyebrows knitted as his mind  started to worry about what happened. And then he just silently went into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

He and Gus, weren’t exactly at each other’s throats but weren’t the best of buds either, just.. a mutual understanding to stay out of each other’s way. Like that’s any easy when things like these somehow just slam them back together. “What’s wrong?” Dom cautiously asked, taking a seat down on his bed as he observed Gus.

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Why he was there instead of say, his own room, Gus knew it boiled down to a few factors but the biggest was that he couldn’t be alone and didn’t want to be anywhere near anyone else that would and could push his buttons. They were working overtime as he watched his hands shake as he gripped the arms of the chair that he’d sunk into at some point earlier that evening before he’d lost track of time. Maybe it’d only been a few minutes, a few hours, or somewhere in between it all, but Gus couldn’t be trusted. He shouldn’t have been there at all but by the time his own gut instinct that’d led him there was telling him to run, the door clicked open and he was trapped, again. This time it wasn’t a petite brunette with too much in her heart for a place like this but the face of someone that he’d told repeatedly to stay out of his way -- one that didn’t cause him and harm or malice, but an undeniable sense of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Here was another one of those scenarios. A few extra minutes and Gus would have left without a word and neither would have been any wiser but it was too late as he blinked once, twice, and still didn’t have an answer for the other as he stayed put with his knuckles white as his grip tightened. He still wasn’t sure that he could be trusted, or that he could be around someone else if they said the right ( or wrong ) thing to him in this state. All he could do was close his eyes and focus on breathing, waiting for the other to return with someone else in tow or not at all, but what he didn’t expect was for the other to be alone when he came back in the room.

Gus hesitated, a beat of silence falling between them as he contemplated what his future might be at Hudson if anyone knew what he’d done, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from speaking the truth through his teeth. “I hurt someone.”

[lemniscvte]

medicine

( @gusserrano )

The splotches on her arms had turned a dark purple, which she hid with an oversized sweater. They were the easiest to hide, the ones on her neck took skill, but she had it. Only if one looked closely could they see they see the rings of yellow that outlined the dark purple that was nearly black. Her voice had returned, and everything else was still muddled. She had given him space, the space she should have given him in the beginning, and Macey knew there was no one to blame here but herself. He had warned her. 

A late night run, to ease the tension, her hood pulled over head as she returned down the hall. Her head was down, quickly striding through the halls before someone could spot her, that was, until she crashed into someone solid. Her head went upward and realized who it was just as his body gave out a tad, her arms catching him so that he’d have time to regain himself before hitting the floor. Her hands were damp, and there was a smear of red on them. Eyes widened to take in the full sight of him. Why are you always covered in blood? This time there was no choice. “I have to…” God only know what was under the bloody shirt. Blood, a lot of it, likely not too superficial. “You don’t get a choice in this,” Macey said and latched onto him and hauled him to her room, where she was more than capable of patching him up. She had what she needed there. After all, Cora was a frequent enough visitor.

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How he’d gotten out of that room on his own two feet, even Gus couldn’t remember as he made his way down the hall. It was slow going, finding that every few steps that he took would take more effort and strength than he had as he’d have to stop and catch his breath, a hitch in his side that would stop, and black growing stronger in his line of sight as his room was still no where in view. All he needed to do was make it there, ignore everything else, and block out the sounds that continued to rattle through his head as he remembered the feel of the knife in his hand that he’d thrown away at the last second, rolling to his knees and somehow finding his way to his feet eventually. His hand was pressed against his side, holding it in as the rest of him screamed out in protest for every step he took as he watched his feet shuffle forward, one after the other, as he counted the seconds between steps before he’d be able to move again.

It wasn’t long ( or perhaps it’d been too long ) before he felt a firm figure hit him straight on and nearly send him falling back to the ground as he let out a low string of curses under his breath when it made a grab for him and helped him stay on his feet. The hallway shifted and spun slightly, enough for him to stumble backwards with his hand flying out to brace himself against the wall, not caring if he left a mark or not by then, but wanting to keep moving. He had to keep moving.

What he hadn’t counted on was running into the last person he wanted to see then or ever again, not after what he’d done when his eyes flew right to her neck and knew with a sinking feeling in his chest that luck would never be on his side. Every time he fucked up, the world wanted him to deal with the consequences immediately afterwards as he didn’t even have the strength to pull his arm from her grip as she walked them into her room. “Let go,” he growled out the moment they were in her room, jerking his arm from her grasp and only managing to lose his balance and catch himself at the last second with a chair in the room as he sucked in a breath to keep from hissing out in pain.

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memory match || gia & gus

[giaparker]

She didn’t actually think he would offer to work together, but it was a relief to hear. Gus was a loner, and she really didn’t have a problem with that, and she wasn’t going to bother him for the extra help, but - this was his idea. He probably wouldn’t enjoy the experience with all her stumbling questions and memorization tricks, but at least then the teachers could hear that they were trying, might as well scoop up the extra points for team work. “I mean- if you’re offering, I’d rather, you know, do it together.” The sentence takes much longer than it should to stammer out, but to be fair she can just blame that on the assignment. “If that’s cool.” She could follow along with what Gus did, and maybe next time they could actually do it silently. 

Looking over past Gus’s shoulder, she noticed a desk with a few papers scattered on it. “If you want to just start there,” She pointed towards the desk, avoiding his personal space as best as she could, “we can just go with it?”

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Gus had to count backwards from ten, and then twenty again, as she spoke when she could have simply given him a one word answer in one direction or the other. Working together meant that they’d achieve a higher score to show that they were both capable of teamwork both in and out of the field, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stand there all day and listen to someone else prattle on even though her voice was soothing in a way. It blocked out other thoughts that were bothering him when he could focus on the way she rambled on as he shot her a look before she pointed in the direction that they should start. “Good choice,” was his gruff reply, rough as he cleared his throat and stared it but knew that it wouldn’t be long before his eyes would start to go cross eyed at the entire scene.

They had a whole room to memorize and not a lot of time in it, before long they’d be given an identical room and have to pick apart what was different or missing. If either one of them missed anything, it would be on the both of them which was enough to bother him to think that his success hung on the shoulders of someone else, same with failure, but that was another element to the test. One that he had to deal with as best he could ( which wasn’t all that good to start with ) as he glanced back over at her. “Where are you looking first?”

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vera-hawthorne:

She could notice the creases that had gotten deeper along his forehead, looking as sullen as ever. Even with her eyes she could memorize the way he would be from her peripheral. Hunched over, jaw tensed and hands clasped together. Always contemplating, always thinking. A small nod of her head confirmed her observations, and she finally brought herself to look him in the eye, a strange level of intimacy between them. “For everything. Now take it or leave it.” The end of her tone came clipped, as she rubbed the side of her wrist, the IV attached to her arm causing irritation. She expected him to say something else. To smirk in her face and taunt her until she would snap back with one of her own. Vera had always wondered why he’d done it. Why he had walked away and threw the knife to the floor but it no one would know that it kept her up more nights than possible, left her in an angry mess every time she’d see the silhouette of a dark shadow passing across the cafeteria or leaving the hall.

Everything. He still didn’t know if he could believe a word that came out of her mouth, but judging by the way that she didn’t have any other option or game to play while lying there with a broken arm and whatever else he’d done -- Gus knew that he wanted to believe her. They were trained to be spies, soldiers that acted  on orders and nothing else, but what he’d felt in the aftermath of their last mission together was anything but the soldier that he’d trained to become over the past few years. He clenched his jaw, finding his side throbbing at the angle in which he was twisted to get a better look, a closer look at her, but found that she didn’t have the same look about her that she always did. It was as if he was looking at someone else, someone that was staring right back at him expecting what he couldn’t predict as he broke his stare to look down at his hands that had only begun to heal as he let the silence fall around them long enough that it felt like he wouldn’t respond at all. “Alright,” he replied, his head still down before he had to shift his body as he felt the strain on his side flare up once more as he hissed at the pain through his teeth. “I’ll take it.”

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vera-hawthorne:

It wasn’t hard to realize that he was looking at her. The his stare went right through her, as if she was laid down in front of him, a sheep readied to be slaughtered at the hands of a human screaming for mercy and she hated it. Despite the usual tendencies of Vera, whose eyes were known to roam where others would blush a violent red and turn away, this new confusion inducing state of mind was intoxicating and she couldn’t bring herself to look in his eyes as she usually challenged him. Men were a tool to use, she’d learned this early in life the hard way and every time she thought of doing so, her mother’s warning came to mind. But this time, mother and warning be screwed, all that went out the window and she found herself feeling like a sixteen year old girl again, forgetting the vain smirk and confident posture. Truth be told, she was tired and weak, sometimes one over the other and couldn’t be bothered with clipped snark. Curiosity got the best of her and eyes slowly lifted, an involuntary gasp leaving her mouth as she took in the sight of him shirtless, violent marks spotting his body, ones she knew mostly came from her. She bit her lip, watching both nurses leave to fetch something as she silence took over them before she shut her ego up and looked anywhere but in his direction. “I’m sorry.” It was so quiet, she wasn’t even sure she’d said it herself. 

He grimaced as the nurse poked and prodded at his skin, testing the marks that’d once held Macey’s handiwork before he’d gone and ruined it all in the heat of the moment. Maybe it’d been a glimpse of the other on the opposite side of a room before she was gone again, or the way he threw himself around like he wasn’t bruised and beaten by the same blonde that he was staring down right then. Keeping his head down, minding his own business, and leaving her to hers hadn’t crossed his mind for a second as he surveyed the damage that’d been done as she kept her own gaze averted. “Enough,” came his rough growl of a voice at the nurse closest to him, not paying him much mind as they moved away and let him be -- for now. He knew that they’d be back, ready to sew him back up again as he stayed put, hunched forward as his legs hung over the edge of the bench while he watched the other acknowledge his presence. It didn’t take long, but what did he expect? Vera played by her own rules and had left more than her fair share of marks on his body, but it was nothing like this as he could barely move, let alone ignore the stares that he gathered when blood soaked through his shirt in class earlier. It was inevitable. He bit down on the remark on that was poised on the tip of his tongue, seeing and hearing none of what he expected from the other when it was a flurry of surprise and confusion that replaced his scowl for an instant. “For what?” For not finishing him off? For helping to break his cover in the first place? For getting so far under his skin that he wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to shake her or stop himself from watching that scene play back on repeat in his memory that he hadn’t been able to kill her. A good soldier would have done it. A good solider wouldn’t have hesitated. A good soldier wouldn’t have been staring at her like she was more than just the enemy.