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@mpxvalentina continued from here:
After working in many different nightclubs for many years, Valentina has perfected being on her toes at night. This night was no different as she steps out of the back door of the salon after locking up. She took self-defense classes for a few years and always carries pepper spray on her key chain, on top of that she’s always got her inner flames to back her up if she needs to. So, she’s prepared for anybody to try and take advantage of her being alone on the dark streets of the city. What she wasn’t prepared for as she starts to cross the street to get to her apartment building, was an idiot on a motorcycle to run the red light. She didn’t hear the engine until she had almost fully stepped onto the street.
Before the bike almost careened into the unsuspecting demigod, she was pulled into the chest of someone on the sidewalk, shielding her from almost being flattened. Her gaze drifted up to find her father holding her safely in his arms with his back to the street. Her heart was racing and her eyes were wide as she wrapped her arms around her father’s middle, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She spoke softly giving her thanks as her voice shook from the shock.
“Thanks, Dad… I-I didn’t see it…”
it is absolute, pure coincidence that he is walking in the same street his daughter is that night. pure, absolute coincidence that his path that night takes him on a road that crosses her and therefore also pure, absolute coincidence that he reaches the same street just on time to see the bike headed straight for her while his daughter makes not even a single movement to get out of the way, isn’t even looking over at it despite it’s loud approach.
he’s moving before his mind has fully made the decision to, a few running steps bringing him to the edge of the sidewalk, hand seizing his daughter by the arm and tugging her backwards a little harshly perhaps. she twirls around due to the strength of his pull and he catches her against his chest, turns further along with her so that she is fully safely on the pavement again and he is facing the street with his back, the bike roaring past with nothing but an angry shout and a warning honking.
he doesn’t look over, simply makes sure to remember the heat signature of the driver so he can go and find him later to teach him a lesson or two about road safety. for now all of his attention is on his daughter and on the way that she is clearly still in shock at the near accident. he lifts a hand to run it gently down her hair, the entirety of him instantly becoming a soothing beacon of warmth that envelops her and lets her know she is safe in his hold.
“it’s alright,” he says easily. “you’re fine. no harm done.” he smiles down at her reassuringly, before leaning in to press a kiss into her hair. “try checking the road before crossing next time, though.”