#30 pulls later and i have maple boy in my hands like 'what do i do with this'

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

happy birthday to Kaeya the skrunkly <33 perhaps one day i will muster up the braincells to give you the good build you deserve :))

[staysdarkhours]

students on duty; Bang Chan

warnings: Dom!ClassPresident!Chan; Brat!Fem!reader; classroom sex; spanking; blowjob; face fucking; oral; unprotected sex(stay safe pls); slight hair pulling; spitting; dirty talk; overstimulation; choking; i think that’s it

word count: 1747; proof read: i think so; requested: ye!

You placed your hand on your boyfriend's thigh, his muscles tensing up immediately at how bold you were. It was no secret you two were dating, the whole school knew, but Chan wasn’t as comfortable with being touchy in public as you were, and you took full advantage of his weakness. He tried his best to continue talking to Minho, the teacher was paying more attention to his phone rather than the class, it didn’t really bother you though, most days it worked in your favour. “I’d die for Baskin Robbins Maple Nut” “Yeah I’m sure you’d like some nut” Minho’s suggestive comment earned him a playful punch to the arm. When the bell rang the teacher got up and wished everyone a nice weekend before quickly exiting the room, passing the responsibility of the class to Chan, who nudged your hand off of his lap to stand up. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the front desk of the room.

“You’re really gonna make him mad Y/n” Minho turned to you “What do you think I’m trying to do?” you shot back. Minho was the only one of your friend group in your class, and he was well aware of your shenanigans. “Watch this” you said, just as Chan was finishing up his short speech, you stood up and instead sat down on Minho’s lap. The boy didn’t seem to mind your “friendly” gesture, the class president was clearly bothered though, shooting glares at you every once in a while.

“Alright everyone, I know you’re dying to go home, so I’m gonna wrap this up quickly, remember to bring your favourite candy on Monday for the celebration and have a nice weekend- Oh and the students on duty today are Y/n and I” he threw a harsh look in your direction. Minho held your waist to lift you up as he got up “Would love to stay and have some fun sweetheart but I think someone’s not very happy with you” he tilted his head towards Chan before waving at you with a wink and walking out of the classroom. You started to clean up while the other students left the classroom, waving bye to your friends and pretending you didn’t feel the class president staring a hole into the back of your head. As soon as the last person that was in the room left and closed the door Chan walked over to you, pinning your body between his and the desk. You could already feel his hard dick through his pants.

“Channie” you whined breathily, he was staring daggers into you “Don’t try to act like my bitch now” you bit your lip, contemplating what to do next just to irk him further. You grazed the outline of his dick in his pants, he grabbed your wrist instantly, turning you around and bending you over the desk causing your skirt to ride up, exposing your thong to him “You just can’t seem to behave can you?” He landed a hard smack onto your ass “You’re going to count these, got it?” another hard slap “Yes sir -One..” slap “two” slap “three”. The sting was intoxicating, he got to 30 before he decided it had been enough for now, you could feel your ass was gonna be bruised the next few days. 

He turned you around again, pushing you down to your knees. You eagerly took to undoing his belt and zipper, producing a chuckle from you boyfriend. His cock sprang free from the confines of his underwear, your mouth watered at the view, and you took no time to wrap your lips and hands around his shaft, licking the tip before taking him in your mouth fully, making him shiver and sigh in pleasure. “So hungry for my cock aren’t you” you looked up at him from your position, with each bob of your head you took him deeper into your mouth. He was breathing heavily, relishing in the feeling of your tongue swirling around him. He groaned, grabbing your hair and shoving his cock to the back of your throat, your nose touching his stomach. Tears brimmed your eyes, he was fucking your mouth roughly, only giving you a second to breathe when he pulled out only to snap his hips again. “You like this don’t you whore? Anyone could walk in right now and catch you choking on my cock” you whined at his question. He took his cock out of your mouth, watching as saliva mixed with his precum dripped down your chin.

“Channie please” you mewled, your voice raspy from the abuse it had been subjected to. He took pity on you, if only for the time being, he grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you up on the desk and opening your legs. He stood between them placing his hands on the desk on either side of you, “You’ve been such a brat today you know that?” he growled, you observed his face, only centimeters away from yours, but failed to find any trace of real anger, he was having just as much fun as you were, “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you cooed, he laughed a fake laugh, taking your hair in his hand “You better keep quiet now, or I’m going to have to punish you when we get home if anyone hears you, got it?”, you clasped your hand over your lips, nodding enthusiastically “Good, better keep that promise princess”. His free hand dipped under your skirt, fondling your pussy through your damp underwear, “Aw you’re so wet, you probably want to get caught don’t you you little slut”, he moved your underwear to the side and was playing with your clit, you hummed a response, only paying attention to his hands and the wonderful feeling they produced on your body.

He slowly lowered his head, keeping eye contact with you as his tongue dipped out, licking a strip up along your slit, gathering your wetness. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your palm harder against your mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Chan didn’t seem to be in any sort of rush, taking his time with lapping up your juices, giving you kitty licks along every bit he could reach. Finally his lips wrapped around your clit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, making your legs quiver. You were so eager to cum, and the thrill of knowing someone could walk in, your high hit you before you knew it. Chan held your legs open whilst sucking on your clit, tongue still moving to help you ride out your orgasm. You ground your hips into his mouth, feeling yourself squeeze around nothing. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even give you a chance to calm your breathing, instead he stuck two fingers inside of you curling them immediately. You started to shake from the overstimulation, the sounds from your throat were getting harder to contain every time he would thrust his fingers into your cunt, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every stroke. The vibrations of his moans against your pussy is what sent you over the edge the second time. You were trembling from his touches by now, you grabbed at his hair desperately, the boy looked up at you from his position “You think that’s enough slut?” you shook your head “What do you want?”. He knew, and you knew that he knew “Please Chan” he smirked “Please what? Act like a  good bitch and beg”

“Please Channie fuck me” you panted, he was not impressed though “You can do better than that and you know it” damn he was persistent “Please fuck me, please fuck me right here, where anyone could walk in and see me getting fucked by your big cock, please Channie” he looked a little happier with this response, grabbing the base of his cock and lining himself up with your slit. His hands gripped your hips as he stretched you out, you bit your lip in order to not let out any of the sinful sounds that would alert everyone in the school to what was happening in classroom 5. He took hold of your neck, cutting off your much needed air supply. “You really think you were being so funny back there don’t you? Embarrassing me in front of the whole class” You found yourself panting heavily under him, a knot formed in your tummy for the third time. ”Open your fucking mouth” you did as told, immediately swallowing when he spat in your mouth. “You want them to walk in right now don’t you? What a dirty little whore.” he grunted, his own orgasm had been held off for too long, so to say he was fucking the ever living life out of you would simply be an understatement. The sounds of skin slapping mixed with an occasional choked out whine bounced off the classroom walls. Chan was breathing heavily, with every stroke he felt himself getting closer to filling you up with his seed. His hips started to stutter, knowing he won’t be able to last much longer he used the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your throat to rub your clit feverishly. You dug your nails into his back as your third orgasm took over you, your body shaking as his muscles tensed finally letting go, spilling his cum into you. He only took a few seconds to calm down, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of you as you laid on the desk exhausted. He quickly went and grabbed some tissues from the teachers desk, handing them to you to clean up. “Maybe I should act like a brat more often?” you chortled, making him laugh as well.

At the moment that he buckled his belt and you were straightening out your skirt the bell rang, not even 10 seconds later the door swung open a pair of familiar eyes peering in from behind the door frame, “Are you guys done? I didn’t think you’d actually do it in school” Minho shot both of you a faux disgusted look “Please tell me you weren’t just standing in front of the door that entire time” you begged “Fuck no that’s gross, I just didn’t wanna walk home alone, I waited in the front of the corridor, keeping watch” the boy winked, “now are you guys done? Let’s go get that Maple Nut”

[futurebicon]

Remus and Sirius picking Julian up from hockey practice (if you want to obviously)

THIS IS AMAZING YES IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

“You didn’t have to come, you know that?” Remus held Sirius’s hand as he drove to the rink.

“I know. But I wanted too, I love your little brother”

“He adores you” Remus smiled at him softly.

“Eyes on the road, l'amour” Sirius laughed.

“I think a second off the road going 10 miles per hour while pulling into a basically empty parking lot to look into my boyfriends eyes, isn’t too bad” Remus argues but still pulled his eyes back to the road.

He pulled into a spot easily and set his hand on the door handle, before he could pull it he reached over and grabbed the front of Sirius’s, well his, sweatshirt and pulled Sirius’s lips to his.

Sirius hummed in surprise but kissed back quickly.

“What was that for?” He smiled when they pulled away.

“What? I can’t kiss my boyfriend?” Remus teased.

“Oh you definitely can” Sirius kissed him again. “Put I want to see your brother”

They got out of the car quickly and walked into the small ice rink.

“REMUS” they heard a voice shout before Julian came barreling towards his brother.

He collided with his legs almost knocking both of them over but Sirius grabbed them before they could fall.

“Hey Jules” Remus laughed. Julian let go and hugged Sirius too.

“Hi Sirius”

“Salut, Julian” Sirius hugged him back.

“Woah” a small voice gasped.

“You’re Sirius Black” A young girl with 2 French braids and a hockey bag on her shoulder gasped.

“Hi” Sirius said shyly, moving the slightest bit closer to Remus. All of a sudden 20 kids where swarming him and Remus. Asking for autographs or pictures. Shouting out questions.

“You’re the best player in the whole NFL” a little boy gasped.

The girl from before tugged on his arm, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to be just like you when I’m older. Except date a boy. Because you said it’s okay to date a girl” she told him.

“It is completly okay. I’m sure you’ll be a better hockey player than me” he beamed.

“That’s not possible, no ones better than you” a boy argued.

“Especially not a girl” someone else stated.

“Hey, you better be careful. Girls are as strong as boys. She can turn around and beat you up without any effort.” Sirius warned him.

“You’ll be sorry when I’m a famous hockey player and your working in an office” she told him.

Sirius laughed. “That’s very true”

“I want to be just like you when I’m older” a little boy looked at Remus like he was his favorite person in the whole world, Sirius would have to agree.

“You get to heal the players and that’s so cool”

“It is pretty cool” Remus smiled.

“Alright, alright. Give them some space.” An older voice called out. The sea of children parted like the Red Sea to let a woman with curly orange hair through.

“Remus Lupin” she hugged the ex hockey player.

“Hi Coach Kinter” he greeted his childhood coach.

“Hope this ones not giving you too much trouble” Remus said when he pulled away, ruffling Julians hair.

“He set a mouse loose in the locker room last week”

“Julian Lupin” Remus exclaimed as Sirius burst out laughing.

“It was harmless, and Alec caught it before it got lost” The younger Lupin defended himself.

Remus shook his head, he couldn’t hide the smile that creeped onto his face.

“Well we should get going, but it was nice seeing you again” Remus said goodbye and walked out to the car. Sirius giving his little brother a piggy back ride as Remus carried the heavy hockey bag.

“Can we get ice cream please please please” Julian begged when they got in the car.

“We’re having dinner in an hour.”

“So?” Julian wrinkled his eyebrows together.

“I want ice cream too. Please?” Sirius’s asked him. Pouting his bottom lip.

“Fine” Remus groaned, leaning over and kissing Sirius’s lips, he was really tempted to bite at his pouted lip but remembered that his little brother was in the car.

“What do you want?” He asked, pulling out of the parking lot. And towards the ice cream shop in the small town.

“What are the flavors for today?” The ice cream shop had new flavors everyday.

Sirius pulled out his phone and pulled up the website.

“Chocolate fudge brownie, key lime pie, dirty turtle, blueberry, and salted caramel.” He read off.

“Blueberry” Julian called out.

“Salted caramel” Remus said.

“I’m getting the chocolate fudge brownie”

“Boring” Remus rolled his eyes.

“What?” Sirius asked, mocking offense.

“Chocolate brownie is so basic”

“So is salted caramel” he shot back.

“No because they make their salted caramel diffferent. And you need to try new things” Remus told him.

“Okay Mr. ‘I-get-vanilla-and-sprinkles-everytime-we-go-to-dairy-Queen”

“ITS GOOD” Remus exclaimed.

“SO IS CHOCOLATE AND BROWNIES” Sirius laughed back.

“You get chocolate and brownie blizzard everytime we go to Dairy Queen so you can’t even make fun of me”

“Remus, love. It’s vanilla and sprinkles”

Remus laughed, the car bouncing as they drove through the gravel parking lot of the ice cream parlor.

“You guys want to stay in here and I’ll go order?” He asked.

“Blueberry right Jules” Julian nodded from the backseat.

Remus leaned over and kissed Sirius quickly before getting out and going to order.

“When’s your next game?” Jules asked a few seconds later.

“2 weeks against the Toronto Maple Leafs” he told him.

“Are you going to win?”

“I hope so. They’re a pretty aggressive team but I think we’ve had a good season.”

“Are you going to marry my brother?” He asked out of the blue. Sirius blinked a few times, surprised by the question.

“I- yeah. Yeah, I think I will” he smiled, he had the thought many times. He couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else.

“Cool. Sirius Black will be my uncle.”

“Don’t tell yourself brother I said that though” He looked in the rear view mirror and watched Julian make a zipper motion across his lips.

Remus interrupted when he came back with the ice cream. Handing it out to each of them.

“Want to drive over to the lake and eat” the boys all nodded and enjoyed the scenic drive to an even more scenic view.

They pulled up to the lake and got out, sitting on the shore as they at their ice cream in comfortable silence. Sirius had his head on Remus’s shoulder. He had grown up in busy cities. Views like this were few and far between.

“C'est joli” Sirius said softly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah I guess it is” Remus smiled, the sight of his boyfriend amazed at the view of the lake with trees surrounding it and hills in the background. He leaned down and left a kiss in his hair.

“Are we all done?” Remus asked, looking at all the empty cups.

“Yep” Julian said, tossing his spoon into the lake.

“Absolutely not. Now you have to go get that.” Remus exclaimed.

“But my shoes” Julian looked at him like he was insane.

“I don’t care. Should of thought about that before you littered. Hurry up or your going to end up swimming to get it out.”

Julian grumbled but stepped in the ankle high water to pick up the plastic spoon.

“Go throw it away. And just for that you can throw away ours too” he handed his little brother Sirius and his cups.

Jules rolled his eyes but took them to the trash can anyway. Remus watched him to make sure he actually threw them away.

“You’re a good big brother” Sirius smiled at him, connecting their lips.

“Well thank you” Remus muttered against his lips, deepening it slightly.

“Ewww” Julian exclaimed.

They pulled away, Sirius wiping his lips.

“Ready?” Remus asked, standing up. He reached his hand out and pulled Sirius up. Kissing him again.

“You’re both gross, stop kissing” Julian fake gagged and walked towards the car.

“I love you” Remus told Sirius.

“Love you too”

They linked their hands together as they walked back to the car.

“No one tells mom about this. She’ll have my head” Remus told them. They all nodded.

Remus put his hand on Sirius’s thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove towards his house.

“We’re home” Remus called out as he walked in the house.

“Kitchen” his dad responded.

His mother took one look at them and put her hand on her hip. “Why is Julians mouth blue?”

“Sorry” Remus blushed.

“Dinners in 30 minutes. I expect it all eaten”

“Yes ma’am” they all told her.

@lumosinlove

A lot of this is based off my own hometown because I forgot where Remus is from. Also I love Julian Lupin with my entire heart.

[slippinmickeys]

Five Seconds (3/8)

If you’d like to read on AO3, you may do so here.

They were just passing over the border into Ohio when Lily shifted in her seat and felt the crinkle of photograph paper under her.

Monica Reyes, whom Lily had known only as an acquaintance of her parents, had pulled up to the house earlier in the day with a screech of tires and instructed both kids to grab any last minute things and get them into her car. Twenty minutes later, with the family’s two cats moaning plaintively from between them in the rear seat, they pulled under an overpass in the Springfield Mixing Bowl where both their parents were waiting with a new-to-them SUV and worried expressions. Her father had pulled her into a hug so tight, she’d been temporarily short of breath.

As the miles wore on, and they were assured that they hadn’t been followed, everyone in the car began to relax.

Will was sitting in the other captain’s chair in the back seat of the vehicle -- a black Yukon with Pennsylvania dealer plates -- he had headphones on and his nose stuck in a graphic novel. Her mother was asleep in the passenger seat, her head tilted on the headrest toward her father, who was driving, sunglasses on, now hours into a spell of highway hypnosis.

She pulled the photo out to finally give it a look and was surprised to see that it was a wedding photo. In it, her father was smiling without teeth, in a loose-fitting black tuxedo, a white rose boutonniere affixed to his lapel. He was looking down at the woman in his arms, the bride, who was only a few inches shorter than he was, a thin brunette who was most assuredly not her mother.

Lily had known her father had been married before -- she was over a year old when he’d married her mother and she had attended the wedding as a dandelion-haired toddler -- but it was something her father rarely talked about, and, she had suspected, not the happiest of times in Fox Mulder’s life.

She studied the woman in the photo curiously, seeing nothing that reminded her of her short, redheaded mother, who always looked intelligently -- sometimes aloofly -- at the world with a kind blue gaze. The woman in the picture held her head high, looking straight into the gaze of Fox Mulder, challenging but pleased, a victorious glint in her eye.

Lily tried to remember the woman’s name. Laura? Lauren? Something with an L.

Her father had always been a self-assured man, nearly always correct in his theories and assumptions. She wondered how he could have made such a major miscalculation as to marry a woman that was any less perfect for him than Dana Scully was.

She was intrigued.

With another look out the back windshield -- though her parents both said they were safe, she still felt mildly jumpy -- she shoved the picture back into her pocket as the mile markers flew by the window outside.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Scully is sitting on rock in a meadow, her bare feet spread out on the boulder below her, the rock sun-warmed and specked with lichen. Her stomach still has that full, bloated feeling of pregnancy, but when she looks down, her waist is concave, narrower than even in her prepubescent days. That tether of connection she felt with her children in her other pregnancies is still there, but it feels stretched out, pulling her eyes up and out to the meadow before her, where there is a small dark-headed child walking lightly through the wildflowers, its ice-blue eyes cast down, hands out to run lightly along the tops of the flowers it passes as it walks. She squints as the child approaches. It is a boy, she thinks.

The sky is a fathomless blue and there is no wind that she can feel, though the meadow before her undulates as though from a zephyr. She can hear the soft padding of the boy as he gets closer, the crunching of the wild grasses under his feet, their thin stalks whipping against the soles of his shoes.

When he gets to the boulder, he raises his eyes and looks at Scully without expression, then nods at her.

“Mother,” he says, formally.

“Hello child,” she says formally back.

His face shows no emotion, but his aura is warm, his face long like his father’s, with the same plump lower lip.

“May I join you?” he asks.

“You may.”

The boy crawls up onto the rock next to her and sits cross-legged, looking out over the swaying grasses and flowers, each delicate bloom turning its face to the child as though listening for what he’s about to say.

“What happens when the universe stops expanding?” he asks, and though he doesn’t look at her, she knows he expects her to answer.

“Maybe it collapses back on itself,” she hears herself say, “returns to the singularity.”

“That’s a reasonable answer,” the boy says, rising to his feet, “I can accept that.”

She wants to raise her hands to touch him, but her arms won’t move, and she starts to feel a quick surge of panic.

He jumps off the boulder and lands easily on the ground in front of her, then turns to look directly at her, maintaining eye contact as he leans down to pluck a flower and hold it out to her; a bluebell.

“Flowers grow from where dirt used to be,” he says, and then, in a much deeper voice, “wake up.”

She jolted upright in the passenger seat, the seat belt digging into her clavicle as she did so.

“Scully?” Mulder said, from her left, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. He reached a hand over and put it gently on her knee.

She took a deep breath, running a hand along the gentle curve of her belly, willing her heart rate to drop. She exhaled slowly then turned to look at Mulder.

“We’re here,” he said, nodding his head toward a modest looking house on a residential lane. The houses were close together, though not packed cheek-by-jowl. Small front lawns with large maple trees in front of each one, the new leaves just opening. There was a blue sedan idling in the driveway in front of them. The sun had just begun to sink below the horizon, one last ray shining in through the rear windscreen and onto the white hair of its driver. Scully glanced at the clock. It was nearly 9:00pm.

“Any sign of a tail?” she asked him, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Mulder shook his head.

She heard the crack of a metal seat belt hitting the plastic door casing and turned to look into the backseat, where William and Lily were unhooking themselves to bend down and curiously peer through the windshield at the house. She caught William’s eye and smiled at him. He tentatively returned it.

“You guys stay here for a minute,” Mulder said and then shot a quick look at Scully, which she returned, nodding. Scully’s service weapon was in the glove compartment, and she did a quick calculation of how long it would take her to get it out and into her hands as Mulder jumped down out of the driver’s seat. He allowed himself a quick stretch and crack of the neck before he approached the driver’s side door of the sedan, cautious but confident.

After a quick conference with the driver through her open window, Mulder turned toward the SUV and beckoned them over. Scully and the kids tipped themselves out of the Yukon just as the woman opened up her door and heaved herself up and out of the sedan.

She was older, at least seventy, with a full head of bushy hair that had been pulled back into a ponytail, her midsection round. She wore jeans and a military style jacket (complete with about 30 various pins) and an ancient pair of Doc Martens that had once been black but were worn into a grey. She had the same nose as Frohike, but otherwise looked markedly different from her brother.

“Mrs. McDonald,” the woman said to Scully, giving her a significant look as she reached out to shake her hand. Right, Scully thought, my new name.

“Darlene?” Scully said, grasping the proffered palm and giving her hand a firm shake.

The woman nodded and looked to the kids.

“This is Lily,” said Scully, as Darlene shook hands with her oldest.

“Your name is Lillian now,” Darlene said, and Scully was happy to see Lily take it in stride, nodding.

“I like your jacket,” Lily said.

“You can have it when I die,” said Darlene, all business, who then turned to Will.

“Billy now,” she said, “You got a problem with Billy?” Darlene asked him as she reached for his hand.

“Not unless he’s got a problem with me,” said Will, giving her hand a firm shake.

Darlene turned back to Scully.

“You get to keep Dana,” she said, then turned to Mulder, “But you…” she said, turning to Mulder, “Do not get to keep Fox.”

“Pity,” he said, not sounding all that broken up.

“I’m sure you’ve seen from the documents Melvin gave you, but you’re Emmet now. Everyone can call you M. Hopefully it’s an easy transition.”

Mulder nodded, and Darlene looked at each of them in turn.

“Let’s head into the house,” she said, “I can answer any questions you might have.”

XxX

“The professor who lives here is on sabbatical abroad for a year,” Darlene said, ushering them into the house, “he and I go back quite a ways.”

She threw the lock on the front door and then dropped the keys unceremoniously into Mulder’s hand.

“Come on,” she said, sounding a touch impatient, though Scully was beginning to suspect that she always sounded that way. The woman made her way into the kitchen and the rest of the family followed like little ducklings all in a row.

“I’ve stocked the fridge for a few days, though I’m sure there’s some things I didn’t think of that you’ll need.” She pointed to a couple of credit/debit cards sitting on the otherwise empty kitchen countertop. “Melvin has moved your money around the world and back again. No one will be able to track it. Try to stick with using these cards if you can. If you need cash, use the University Credit Union.”

Scully nodded.

“I’ll need your old credit cards, check books, cell phones, laptops, anything they can trace…”

Mulder nodded his head toward the front door.

“They’re already in a box out in the car. Phones are off, SIM cards out.” he said.

“I’ll take them with me for safekeeping,” Darlene said with a curt nod. “There’s a landline here you can use until we get you set up with new phones.” She looked to the kids. “You all ever been on the run before?” The kids shook their heads. “Learn your new names. Call each other by them even when you’re in the house. Don’t even think of leaving the house until you’re convinced that’s always been your name. You cannot call your friends. You cannot call your family. You cannot log onto social media. Do not log onto anything using your old login information or password. In fact, it’s best if you stay away from technology full-stop.” At this, both kids froze a bit in their tracks and shared a look. “Start reading books for entertainment. God knows this house has enough of them.”

At that Scully looked around them at the room they were standing in, an open-concept kitchen/living room. An entire wall was covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves, each shelf filled to bursting with books of every shape and size.

“It’s going to be a big adjustment, but you have no choice. Do it or die.”

“O kay ,” Mulder said quickly, putting a hand on Darlene’s shoulder, and ushering her a little further into the kitchen. Scully took a quick assessing look at her kids, and could register an appropriate but not alarming amount of fear on their faces.

“Is there at least a TV?” Will asked her in alarm, and she shushed him, though hoped to god there was one. Both her children had inherited their father’s penchant to be underfoot when bored, and so help her, any moratorium on technology would not extend to the pre-90’s analog variety. And to think she had almost talked Mulder out of packing a box of their favorite old movies. She turned her attention back to where Darlene and Mulder were talking.

“For the first week or so, I’d like a nightly safety check-in, after that we can space them out. Call this number,” she slapped a magnet on the fridge and pointed to it. It looked like it was for a local pizzeria. “If everything is okay, just say you want a large cheese pizza for take-out. If things seem like they might not be totally kosher, order a large pepperoni. If the shit hits the fan, order a pizza with the works and someone will be out here to help you as soon as humanly possible.”

Mulder nodded at her, and she turned, holding up a finger as though she had another thought.

“If you do actually want to order pizza,” she said, “stick with Cottage Inn. The other places around here are shit.”

XxXxXxXxXxX

Okemos, Michigan May 6, 2018

Scully heard Mulder awaken with the dawn, sliding out of bed in the periwinkle light. Not long after that, noises came filtering down the hallway of him in the kitchen, fumbling around the unfamiliar space, likely trying to make coffee with a new machine, and opening various cabinets in search of mugs. She dozed after that and came to consciousness however long later, finding Mulder standing in the window of the master bedroom with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, looking out at the backyard of the professor’s house, the new rays of the day slanting on his minky hair.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, searching by feel with her feet for the pair of slippers she’d left next to the bed the night before. She stood and walked slowly to her husband, whose head tilted slightly back as he heard her approach. When she reached him, she wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into him, and he handed her the mug of coffee without a word.

She took a grateful sip, letting it slide hotly down her throat and he leaned down and kissed her hairline.

“It’s decaf,” he whispered.

“I appreciate the solidarity,” she said quietly back, and he smiled at her and turned back to the window. She handed the coffee back.

“I wonder how the kids slept,” she said after a quiet minute.

“They’re still sleeping,” he said, squeezing her gently into him.

“Mmm,” she said, an idea forming, and she raised herself up on her toes and pressed a kiss into the side of his mouth. He turned her until they were facing each other, their lips still connected. Finally he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

“What kind of ‘Mmm’ was that?” he said, his voice low.

She nosed his cheek gently.

“What kind does it feel like?” she asked, and heard the quiet clunk of the mug being placed on the dresser next to the window.

She ran her lips lightly over the stubbly curve of his jaw, reading the story of him in Braille. She’d always been drawn to this gnathic arc of him, when he clenched in anger or passion, the stoutest line of his profile in situ.

For as long as they’d been together, even just the rasp of his skin on her lips still made her weak in the knees; a remnant echo of five years of pent up longing still reverberating down the hallway of their life. Two (plus) kids and a mortgage and her center still clenched when he whispered her name.

“My favorite kind,” he said and hoisted her up easily in his arms, her legs going around his waist with practiced ease.

Making love with him had always been revelatory, and these days were no different; her breasts more sensitive with the fluctuating hormones of pregnancy, her center swollen and aching with need.

Mulder moved them to the untested bed in this unfamiliar room, and as he ran a hand up under the soft silk of her pajama top and settled between her legs, it started to feel a bit more like home.

They probably had hours before the kids woke up -- the lethargy of teenagehood had settled soundly into their house -- but they still had a tendency toward sex of the quicker sort; stolen moments in rare downtimes, and now was shaping up to be no different.

Mulder had shed his clothes before she knew quite what was happening, and he began tugging at her pajama bottoms with a wicked smile on his face, which he buried in her lap before her pajamas hit the floor.

Pregnancy already had her as sexually restive as a tightly strung instrument and Mulder played her with his tongue with the familiarity and talent of a maestro. His hand on her breast, tongue laving at her ripe seam, before she knew it she was moaning into the pillow next to her head, practiced in the art of keeping quiet. She tugged on his hair twice, an old cue for him to get his ass where she wanted it, and a moment later he was sliding into her, the blunt head of his penis bumping into her tender cervix. Five deep strokes and she was gone, soaring into the heavens, his name on her lips.

[zutaraangtastic]

imagine your polyship adopting a cat together and everyone fawns over the cat like they’re everyone’s child (bonus if the cat is Zuko's and named Your Honor.)

Coming back to these prompts after a little break (reminder that we are not accepting new prompts; we received these before July 1). Accidentally gave this cat fic a little plot, hope you enjoy! - Mod J

While waiting for the rest of his family and a picnic lunch to arrive in the garden, Zuko notices Izumi crouched in the dirt. Normally, she’d be sitting on the bench, reading in the shade—unlike Kya, who’s laughing wildly and kicking around in the fountain, thriving in the hot Fire Nation sun.

Zuko humors her, lets her splash him and treats her to some slow and easy firebending counter-moves that make her wobbly water whips sizzle into steam. It was refreshing and cooled him off at first, but it has gotten a little tedious to keep drying his robes every five minutes. He’s not dressed for play, just stealing an hour away from the day’s endless succession of formal meetings to spend some time with his lovers and their visiting children.

(His children, in some way—they’ll have to get all that out in the air sooner rather than later, before the oldest two figure it out on their own. His daughter is too smart for her own good, and Bumi is more observant than Katara or Aang realize.)

Izumi still hasn’t moved, so Zuko tells Kya to keep practicing, maintaining a watchful eye on her as he goes to find out what has Izumi’s attention.

He hears it before he sees it: a small, rumbling growl coming from a dark gap beneath the wooden walkway and the ground. Izumi stretches out a tentative hand, but on instinct Zuko pulls her back just as a set of teeth snap near her fingertips. She yelps in surprise, and his heart jumps into his throat with panic that she might be hurt. Her hands are shaky, but otherwise unscathed. Zuko breathes a sigh of relief.

Kya arrives at the site of the commotion, wielding a tenuous rope of water. She lashes it towards the gap and misses, splattering the walkway instead. Izumi jumps to her feet and wards Kya off before she can try again.

“No, don’t hurt it! Avatar Aang says to respect all life!”

“I know that, he’s my dad!”

Zuko spots Katara making her way across the garden to them, a welcome sight amid the chaos. While she sorts out the girls’ argument, he lowers his face close to the ground so he can peer into the hole, holding a small flame for light. A ferret-cat is coiled at the deepest end, its feline eyes gleaming at him before it turns its head away and resumes digging, presumably trying to tunnel its way out. It’s hard to tell, but it looks injured, half of its ear torn, its fur dark and wet in places.

It must have wandered into the garden after a fight. There haven’t been any ferret-cat families here in a long time—after how Azula terrorized them, Zuko wasn’t surprised when they disappeared. It’s hard to believe that that childhood, good and bad, is almost 30 years gone.

He’s spent much of his time as Fire Lord working to restore relationships between the nations. Restoring one with the local fauna shouldn’t be too great a task.

After she finishes explaining the animal crisis to Kya and Katara, Izumi turns to Zuko with imploring eyes. “Can we help it?”

Zuko smiles and squeezes her hands gently in his. “Of course,” he says, and looks to Katara. “Do you know where Aang is? Earthbending might be most useful here.”

Katara nods. “I was thinking the same thing. He just put Tenzin down for a nap, so he should be on his way.”

Just as she says it, Bumi appears around the corner. He sprints down the colonnade parallel to the garden, with his father chasing behind by air scooter. Judging by his casual poise, Aang isn’t really trying to win their race, unlike Bumi, who arrives sweaty and panting. He nearly trips over Kya, earning him a sharp look from Katara, which goes ignored as he turns and waits with his arms crossed. Aang leans forward to speed up in the last stretch only when he realizes he’s being watched.

Dissipating the air and landing lightly on his feet, he ruffles Bumi’s hair and says, “Looks like you’re just too fast for your old man!”

“Dad.” Bumi pulls a face and ducks out of Aang’s grasp. “I told you not to let me win!”

“If you didn’t think you were too old for air scooter rides now, both of us could’ve won.” Aang grins, arms akimbo, and flashes a quick wink at Zuko. “Problem-solving is my middle name, just ask your Uncle Fire Lord. At least he listens to me, most of the time.”

“We’ve got one for you, O Wise One,” Katara says, at the same time as Izumi glues herself to Aang’s pants leg and tugs him to see the ferret-cat, explaining how she found it.

Zuko moves out of the way, gesturing for Bumi to wait his turn. The boy still sulks, but less so when Zuko gets him to talk about his practice training with the palace guards. Getting all fired up about it again, he reenacts some of the kicks and stances he’s learned, and puffs his chest out when Zuko nods approvingly. He barely seems to notice Katara tailing him, attempting to smooth down his hair. Zuko catches her twinkling eyes over Bumi’s head. He fights a smile and tries to stay interested in Bumi’s rambling and cartwheeling.

It’s Kya who sends up the cry when the kitchen servants arrive with lunch. Aang waves for them to start without him, nudging Izumi to go join the others. Katara and Zuko shepherd the kids to their chosen picnic spot under the shade of a maple tree, while Aang sets about fashioning an earthen cage.

Bumi and Kya chow down eagerly, while Izumi only picks at her rice. She nods when Katara encourages her to eat, but she’s distracted, watching Aang. He sits in lotus on the walkway, waiting patiently.

“I thought he was going to earthbend it out,” she says, frowning.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to scare it,” Zuko suggests. “Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing. If you really want to help, here.” He takes the top off a bowl of steamed meat buns and hands it to Izumi. “Food might coax it out. But you have to eat some of these too, okay? Don’t give them all to the ferret-cat.”

Izumi jumps to her feet, smiling brightly. Then she pauses and looks from the bowl to Zuko. “But Avatar Aang is vegetarian. Will I hurt his feelings?”

Katara exchanges a nearly saccharine look with Zuko, her eyes reflecting the melting of his own heart. “It’s okay, honey,” she says, patting Izumi’s hand. “He won’t mind. Uncle Sokka has practically made him immune to the smell of meat, I promise. And, you can tell him we’ve got vegetable buns for him once he rescues the ferret-cat.”

Izumi nods resolutely and hurries back down the little hill. She lays down a trail of buns leading into the makeshift cage, before sitting next to Aang, painstakingly copying his position. Zuko watches, almost overwhelmed with warmth, as Aang assuages Izumi’s hesitation, gesturing to the food for her to eat. 

Across the picnic blanket from him, Katara wipes Kya’s mouth clean and chides Bumi when he burps, before she releases them, warning that they’ll scare the ferret-cat if they play too loudly. They end up in the fountain where Kya was before, within sight but a safe distance away.

Katara scoots closer to Zuko, laying a hand over his, and he leans on the other as he twines their fingers together, low enough to stay hidden.

“Izumi’s really growing up, isn’t she?” she remarks.

Zuko groans. “Don’t say that, she’s only eight. I want her to stay this way forever.”

Katara laughs lightly. “You’ve done well with her,” she says, and she sounds almost wistful. 

He wonders if she daydreams as often as he does about a life where they could raise Izumi and the rest together full-time, where they could spend the whole day like this with Aang and their children. 

But judging by the sun, edging past its midday zenith, it’s almost time for him to get to his first afternoon meeting. He’s just starting to think he won’t get to see the ferret-cat rescue for himself when a furry white-and-brown head pokes out of the hole. Izumi gasps, and Aang grins at her with a finger to his lips. While the animal busies itself with digging for the meat, he slowly raises the layer of earth it’s on and slides it towards the cage. Zuko and Katara stand to get a better view, and Katara beckons for Bumi and Kya.

The ferret-cat seems to notice the trap at the last second, but Aang earthbends the door into place before it can do anything. Everyone ventures closer once it’s clear that the cage is secure. Katara kneels, drawing water from her satchel and bending it between the gaps in the sides of the box to surround the ferret-cat in a healing blue glow. Izumi speaks soothingly to it while it hisses and squirms.

Smiling, Zuko bends to kiss the top of her head. Then he catches Aang by the shoulder, squeezing gently and resisting the urge to drop a kiss there, too. Aang’s eyes are shining as he looks fondly from the children to Zuko. It’s easy to read the gentle pride in his posture—Zuko knows that for all the world-saving and spirit-negotiating and political crisis-averting Aang’s done, he takes the most satisfaction in the small, everyday kindnesses. He’s always had this soft spot for animals especially.

“I have to go,” Zuko says, “but you know where the physicians’ wing is. I’m sure someone there has some veterinary experience.”

Aang clasps Zuko’s forearm, hand slipping up his sleeve and thumb caressing the way back down to his wrist. “You’ll find us later?”

“Of course.” Zuko reluctantly disentangles his hand and looks over his shoulder to add, “Izumi, be good and listen to Uncle Aang and Aunt Katara, alright?”

He leaves the kids discussing names for their new pet, with Katara jokingly suggesting something to do with honor and Aang interjecting that they might need to wait a while before the ferret-cat is ready to be domesticated. Kya and Izumi get into another argument over it, while Bumi unwisely sticks his fingers in through the gaps.

Zuko pauses one last time at the edge of the garden to look at his family, and knows he’ll spend this meeting daydreaming.

[pl-panda]

Of Heaven and Hell

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @ethelphantom for the cover I use at Wattpad and FF.Net and Me for the plot.

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Of Heaven and Hell: Part 1

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Of Heaven and Hell

From Encyclopedia Demonica

[...] and while many people consider angels epitomes of good, they are mistaken. Indeed, this regal beings are more closely connected to order than to goodness. They perceive divine law as imperative and hold little regard to human lives, as long as they serve their goals. And yet, most of the times they chose to not involve themselves in mortal affairs.

Typical angel have two forms. First look very similar to human, but they retain most of their powers. Such form is also much more durable and their physical capabilities exceed everything you could expect from a mortal. Second is close to the first one in appearance, but differs in terms of power and abilities. In this form Angel spreads his wings and feature specific to his sub-species appear. 

Angel’s powers differ on subspecies, but universally include flight, enhanced senses, enhanced agility, strength and durability, large magical potential, access to magic unique to their species and high resistant to other types of magic. Specific subspecies have different additional powers. Each Angel also possess an ability that is unique to him. Usually, it reflects his personality and present itself when it reaches maturity. [...]

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Six years ago

Damian cursed under his breath. The temple was under attack. His mother told him to get inside. And he did. He ran to his room to grab his sword. A beautifully ornate weapon with guard in shape of two intertwined pairs of angel wings pointing toward the blade. Great for complicated maneuvers. The pommel held a teal pearl also protected by a pair of angel wings. It was a gift from his grandfather for his eighth birthday. The weapon was perfectly balanced and suited Damian’s style perfectly. 

With the sword in hand, Damian unfolded his wings. His tunic had a special holed cut in the back to accomodate for them and he didn’t destroy every shirt he wore. A pair of large white feathered wings appeared and he dashed forward to battle. He couldn’t let his mother die. A small orb of white energy appeared in his hand before he launched it at the wall in front of him. The explosion created enough of a hole for him to pass. 

In front of him opened a large yard. Usually, a new acolytes trained here under careful watch of angelic masters. Now it was simply a blood bath. Bodies were lying everywhere. But what shocked him the most was that angels were fighting one another. Some wore League’s armors, but overwhelming force was dressed in black-and-orange suits. He wanted to dash forward and into the battle, but someone grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. A slender figure of his mother looked at him sternly.

“I told you to go inside.”

“Mother! I came to fight with you. I must fight with you. By your side. Together. It’s my destiny!”

“Your destiny is to live Damian.” She scolded him. “Now quickly. Let’s move. Some battles can’t be won.”

“But… what about the mission?” He asked confused.

“Mission will live in you and me. Now let’s go join your grandfather in the tunnels.” She started leading him away.

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Damian woke up from the dream. He instantly grabbed his sword and swung it around. Only then he realized that is was just a memory. He looked around his room, assessing any dangers. Once he was sure that nothing lurked in the darkness he got up. It was still night and quick glance at the electronic clock told him that it was 3:30 AM. Long time before others wake up. But Damian did not want to go to sleep anymore. He never did after this kind of nightmares. 

He got down to the holo-training room and activated the highest setting. A series of ninja shimmered into existence. Without as much as a second of hesitation, Damian dashed forward. His silver sword cut through them as he zoomed through the arena. With each move, he took two of the enemies. A slight golden aura around him intensified as he burned through his anger. Finally, he collapsed, panting heavily from exhaustion. The “kill counter” showed that he was halfway to a thousand vanquished enemies. He was weak. He was useless. He ran away. He was no warrior but a mere coward.

But it was not true. He did the right thing. Because he ran away he met his father. He actually started to protect people instead to only try to control them. He was a nephilim, half angel, half human. He had all the powers of his angelic brethren and yet freedom to choose. He didn’t need to follow orders of higher beings. He could make his own decisions. And he chose to be a hero, not a warrior. Now, each day he reinforced this decision. First as Robin, fighting side by side with his father, now as… still Robin, but as a part of Teen Titans. 

“You okay Demon Spawn?” A voice of Dick Grayson, better known as Nightwing, came from behind. Damian instantly spun around and stopped his blade less than an inch from his neck. 

“Don’t do that if you want your head to remain where it is.” he scowled at the sight of his adopted brother’s patronizing gaze. “And don’t look like that.”

“Like what?” Dick asked confused. 

“Like I am a baby in need of your care. I am sixteen-years-old Nephilim. I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“So that’s why you are awake at five in the morning? Taking care of yourself?”

“Get lost.” Damian barked and started to practice katas with his sword. He had his back turned to dick when suddenly he spun around just in time to block a projectile that was tossed at him. 

“Come on bro. You and me. One on one. First to score three hits.” Dick taunted. 

“I am stronger, faster and more agile. You stand no chance.” Damian said in emotionless expression. He looked at Dick for a moment before taking off his tank-top. “And I can fly.” He grinned at the surprised Nightwing. A pair of white-feathered wings appeared on his back. 

“And yet I kick your rear every time we fight.” Dick smirked and drew his staff. Both ends started to crackle with electricity. 

Damian boosted himself forward with a single flap of his wings. His silver sword met with the staff, but before he could cut it, Nightwing sidestepped and allowed blade to slide down. He used the Angel’s momentum to his disadvantage. Damian’s blade stumbled upon crackling electricity, sending a powerful shock through his arm. Normal humans would be paralyzed by this, but Damian only growled. It hurt, but he could fight. Damian tried several more times, but Dick always reflected or sidestepped before the blade could do any real damage. Finally, the Angel changed tactic. Flapping his wings, Damian rose into air. His off-hand glowed with golden light which next formed a runic circle around his fist before several projectiles flew at various arcs toward Nightwing. The hero had to dodge it quickly, but got caught by the last one and got sent into the wall. Damian didn’t bother to check on him. Instead, he dashed forward. Before Dick managed to get rid of flying stars around his head a silver blade was less than an inch from his neck. 

“I win.” Damian proclaimed, looking smug.

“Nope.” Dick said, popping the ‘p’. He then used his staff to jab Damian’s stomach, then jump on his fit and separate his weapon into two escrima sticks. He then started to barrage the teenager with series of swift hits. While they would not usually hurt given angelic durability, the crackling electricity made it a bit painful. Damian shielded himself with his wings, but Dick found an opening and landed third and final hit that ended the fight.

“That is cheating! I had you!” The teen argued.

“So? You lost me. But good fight D. Maybe next time.”

“tt. That’s unfair! I want rematch!” 

“Boys!” Kori joined the discussion. “As much as watching you fight is… entertaining, I made breakfast.” She said cheerfully while walking to nightwing. “And something special for you later.” She said seductively.

“Bleh.” Damian faked vomiting. “I will never understand humans.”

“You are part-human.” Dick pointed out

“And so is neandertales. Yet he doesn’t understand humans.” The teen deadpanned. 

“I heard someone say breakfast!” Beast Boy barged into training room.

“I made pancakes.” Kori cheered.

“With maple syrup?” Gar asked 

“And ‘love’.” Damian gave a sarcastic remark.

“So the best ones.” Beast Boy said with dreamy face. “I reserve the first batch!” He said while already dashing to the kitchen. 

“Scarab said he detected pancakes!” Beetle said while zooming past the room in his full armor. Damian, Dick and Kori walked in normal pace, only to find Gar and Jaime staring wide-eyed at Rachel sitting there and calmly eating her breakfast. 

“Took you long enough.” She said with a small smile. The red gem on her forehead pulsed weakly, but it was ignored in favor of consuming inhuman amounts of pancakes. Damian himself didn’t even realize that he finished three plates before Dick pointed it out to him. He turned pink for a moment before jumping away and claiming the remote for the day. 

After the morning of cartoons Titans spent rest of the day on the beach near the island. Half-way through Dick and Kori disappeared and when the sun started to set Rachel and Garfield also went somewhere. Jami, Damian and their newest addition to the team: Cyborg, were completely obvious to this as their discussion came to sport. 

“I’m just saying. Futball is the best game. Soccer is cool, but it’s for kids.” Victor argued.

“You say that, but last I checked Soccer was much more popular around the world.” Jami pointed out proudly. “Besides it requires much more skill and finesse. Futball is about pure muscle mass.”

“As if! Have you got any idea how important tactics, positioning, territorial awareness and condition are in Futball?”

“tt. The best sport is sword-fighting anyway.” Damian grinned at them. Inwardly, he loved this family. Sure, living with his father was great, but here he finally had one thing he missed so much: friends. They weren’t patronizing like Todd. They weren’t constantly trying to prove something to him like Drake and Grayson was even bearable here. That is if he didn’t act all sugar-eyes for Starfire. Is he even aware she is an alien princess and he is a peasant acrobat? 

As the sun was finally down, the titans made a giant bonfire on the beach and roasted marshmallows. As Damian was about to eat his, suddenly a large yellow balloon sailed toward him. He tried to catch it, but his enhanced strength made him accidentally squash it instead. A wave of water assaulted him and made him wet to the very bones. 

“Beast Boy!” He roared in anger. One thing he hated in the Titans were the constant prank wars that lasted for weeks. 

*gulp* “Will it help when I say that I aimed at Jaime?” Garfield asked weakly. 

“No hermano. It will only make it worse.” Blue Beetle looked practically offended, but he had a small smirk on his face. 

Damian took off his t-shirt and tossed it at Beast Boy. His hand then glowed and a runic circle materialized around it. Garfield tried to run, but a golden beam hit him in his rear and suddenly his fur turned completely gold. He looked like some some hardcore sports fan supporting his favorite team.

“That’s not fair! I only tossed a small water balloon. You could cool off a bit bro!” Garfield tried to argue weakly while massaging his rear.

“Suck it up like a man and stop whining like little girl…” Damian said, but then looked at Rachel who sent him a death glare. “Not that I have anything against little girls?” He added quickly.

After that the atmosphere were great. Garfield was still a bit sore on the subject of his new color and decided that he will appreciate his green from now on. Finally, Damian excused himself and went to the tower to go to sleep earlier. As he entered his room, he felt a breeze of air going on. He distinctly remembered that his window was closed and nobody would enter without his permission. A glyph on the doors made sure of that. His sword appeared in his and and a glowing runic circle formed above his head. A less known fact about Angels was that their Halo was in fact a spell that allowed them to sense other Angels in close proximity. It also gave enough light to serve as convenient source of light. Not that they needed it as they saw in anything but perfect darkness. Damian would never admit out loud that he used it when he wanted to draw something in the middle of the night. 

“Hello… Mother.” He said with disdain in his voice. 

“It’s good to see you too Damian.” She responded with sarcasm. 

“Why do you grace me with your presence?” If Talia’s voice was dipped in sarcasm, Damian drowned in it. 

“I need your help.” She said, ignoring the obvious disrespect. “There are several demons in Paris.”

“So?”

“The city is warded against all things celestial. And magic hides it from your precious Justice League. Had any Angel tired to go there, he would not be able to enter the city. Should anyone else hear about the situation, they would forget it as soon as the discussion ended.”

“So? From what you are saying is true, Mother, then I am twice as locked out as anyone else. I will forget about it the moment you leave.”

“That’s why I need you.” She said with almost pleading voice. “You aren’t a full angel, but your mind is protected from the spell. You should be able to enter the city and remember everything.”

Damian pondered it for a moment. It did seem like something serious. If what she said was true, the whole city was at the mercy of those vile monsters and couldn’t even hope for any external help. “Fine. I will go there.”

“Good. I already enrolled you at Collège Françoise Dupont” She said with a wicked grin. With a flap of her two pairs of wings she was gone, leaving only a thin folder on his desk. Damian cursed under his breath. 

“Looks like I’m going to school. tt. I hate teenagers.”

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Taglist: Open

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Pairing: None for the moment (currently Jonathan x platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: With no sign Will all through the night, you and Jonathan decide to start searching yourselves. However, the evening that followed held more than just a vigil for a missing boy.

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, language, drama, the usual

Word Count: 3436

A/N: Hope you all like it! Here’s part 1 to catch up! Tag list is open!

Silence was something that, no matter how often you heard it (and sometimes even welcomed it), still gave you a sinking feeling in your stomach. This time was no exception, the heavy blanket of silence cloaking the room as you stared at the handmade poster Jonathan created for Will.

“Y/N?” Jonathan’s voice echoed, drawing you from your sinking thoughts. You had no clue how long you were staring, drowning in the panic and melancholy that tugged you under every time you were reminded of where Will was (rather, where he wasn’t.)

“Sorry,” you said, looking back up at him and offering him a tight-lipped smile.

Before you could utter another word, however, Joyce stepped into the room. You and Jonathan turned to her and smiled, moving her to her seat at the table. “Breakfast is ready,” Jonathan stated, you handing her a plate of food while he handed her a glass of juice. 

Joyce, however, seemed to be in a daze, one that Jonathan’s words pulled her out of. “What?” she whispered, pushing the plate out of the way when she noticed where it was placed. “No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay.”

She stared at the plate before shaking her head. “I can’t eat.”

“I need you to eat, mom-”

“Listen-” She sighed, pushing herself from her chair. “Listen, the xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want you to go alone.”

“No, I know.”

“I told you, I got it. I’m gonna have Karen take you ‘cause I should be here.”

“Okay.” She nodded, her eyes flickering back and forth at the floor as she thought. “We need to make, what, 200-300 copies? How much is a copy?”

“Okay, mom.” Jonathan’s forehead wrinkled, his shoulders tensing. “Mom.”

“Ten cents? If we... Ten cents-”

“Mom.” He began to reach for her as she started pacing. “Mom. Mom!” His tone of voice snapped her from her stupor. She looked up at him with her brows knitted together. “You can’t get like this, okay?”

She nodded, sitting back down in her chair. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Silence once again blanketed the room as Joyce stared down at her plate and you and Jonathan exchanged a worried glance. Slowly, you reached out and squeezed his wrist, letting go a moment later before heading into the living room. Jonathan followed behind you, glancing back to make sure his mom was okay before stepping closer to you and resting his hand on your shoulder.

 “I should get to school,” you told him, turning around when you felt his hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but feel your lips tug downwards just slightly when his hand fell away.

You reached into the back pocket of your jeans and fished out a wad of bills. Placing it in his hand, you let your hand linger atop his for a moment as you looked into his eyes. “Use this to print as many more copies as possible.”

He opened his mouth to protest but you shook your head. Once his mouth was closed, you let go of his hand and pulled him into a tight hug. 

“If literally anything happens or if you need me, just come and pick me up at those doors right by the bulletin board. Okay?”

“Okay.” You patted his back before releasing yourself from him, waving him a quick goodbye before hurrying out the door and hopping in your car.

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It was only 3rd period when Steve and his group joined along with you, Barb, and Nancy, already swooping Nancy away and distracting her from you two. Steve droned on about some party at his house occurring tonight when you felt a nudge from Barb. The two of you shared a look and an eyeroll as you rounded the corner.

The group stopped abruptly as they were about to round the corner, staring over at something. You peeked over their shoulders and saw Jonathan standing there, posting up one of the flyers.

“God, that’s depressing,” Steve stated plainly, bringing a burning pit of anger to your stomach.

“Should we say something?” Nancy added in.

“I don’t think he speaks,” Tommy voiced, guffawing slightly.

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” Carol said.

“Shut up,” Steve scolded.

You pushed past all of them, a scowl set on your face. Behind you, you could hear footsteps, but you could tell they were Nancy’s by how light they were.

His eyebrows furrowed with a subtle look of confusion when he saw who was tailing you, but you just nodded over to the doors, signaling that you were gonna head to his car. He nodded and you squeezed his shoulder as you walked past him.

You headed over to the usual location that Jonathan parked, hopping up onto the hood of the car with your feet resting against the bumper. The chill November wind made your cheeks turn a light pink and prompted you to tug your light sweater tighter around your body.

Luckily, Jonathan came out of the doors and headed towards you after only a minute or so, tossing the keys to you as soon as he was in close enough range. You flashed him a smile and hurried to the passenger side door, quickly unlocking it and slipping into the seat. You unlocked Jonathan’s door, as well, and tossed his keys onto his seat. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?” he asked as he sat down, starting the car.

“I left it in my locker. It’s fine.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Where are we going?”

“Lonnie’s.”

“Jonathan-”

“Y/N, Will could be there. We need to check.”

“He lives in Indianapolis. That’s like 3 hours away. Do you think this car will even last that long?” You let out a sigh. “Besides, he already said that he didn’t have him.”

“Do you really trust anything that scumbag says?”

You pursed your lips and stared at the dashboard.

“Exactly.” He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel before shifting, tugging his jacket off his shoulders and handing it to you. “You’re shivering.”

“Thanks.” You offered him a soft smile, draping his jacket over your shoulders before leaning your head back against the headrest. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Indianapolis.”

Jonathan chuckled, putting his car into drive before peeling out of the parking lot. 

***

The car ride was mostly silent, minus Jonathan’s mixtape that he had playing nearly at full blast. Despite the volume, you were able to fall asleep for a short period of time, your head propped up against the window with Jonathan’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders. 

You woke about an hour later, however, when a large truck’s horn blared, startling you awake. “God, how long was I asleep?” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes with the tips of your fingers.

“Only like an hour,” Jonathan told you, his voice flat and monotonous. 

“Okay.” As you began to wake up more, you noticed what song was playing. “Do... Do you want me to change it?” The unique guitar chords nearly drowned out your words, and you worried that Jonathan didn’t hear you when he didn’t respond for a few moments.

“No, keep it.” 

You nodded, letting Joe Strummer’s voice echo through the car. 

“Will always sings this song,” you told him after a few seconds of silence. “And he always has the biggest smile on his face when he does.”

Jonathan nodded, the corners of his lips quirking up into the smallest smile, one that you loved so dearly. “He’s such a good kid.”

“He’s like you.” You turned in your seat so you were facing him, reaching out and resting your hand atop his which was resting on the gear shift. You squeezed his hand with a gentle touch before moving to pull your hand away, only for Jonathan to catch your hand and squeeze it back. “He’s okay, Jonathan. I can feel it.”

He let out a breath from between his lips, the wrinkle between his brows slowly fading away. “Thank you, Y/N.” He glided his thumb along the top of your hand, glancing over at you for a moment. “For coming with me. For helping me with all this.”

“Of course. I’m not letting you go through all this alone.” With a small sigh, you leaned against the leather seat. “And I know how it feels dealing with a shitty father. You definitely don’t wanna be alone during it.”

“I know. You just... You don’t have to worry about me.”

“That’s like telling a fish not to swim.” A relieved smile nestled its way onto your face when he let out a light chuckle at your words. “I’ll always worry about you, Johnny Boy. That’s just what I do.”

“Well if you get to worry about me so much, then I get to worry about you too.”

“John-”

“I’m serious. You can’t just care for everyone and not expect anything back. I care for you and worry for you, and you do the same for me.”

“You already have so much on your plate.”

He shrugged. “What’s a little more?”

***

As the two of you drew closer and closer to Lonnie’s house, Jonathan began to grow more and more tense. The wrinkle between his brows was back, and his shoulders were tensed. His fingers were tightly gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles blanched white from the pressure. 

The constant view of flat plains and small hills made your eyelids droop with sleep, but you were too wired to actually succumb to the slumber that tugged at your body. Luckily, though, the two of you were now only about 10 minutes away.

You turned your body from side to side, letting all the bones crack, before turning to face Jonathan. Once you took in his extremely tense state, you reached a hand out to rest it on his shoulder. "Getting worked up over this is just gonna make it worse."

He let out a sigh and gave a slight nod, but his tense state lingered. "What if... What if he's not there?" Jonathan mused, his voice no louder than a whisper.

"Then we keep looking." You squeezed his shoulder as a comforting gesture. "We're gonna keep looking until we find him. We'll do whatever it takes."

He nodded once more, the furrow of his brows and forehead softening slightly. “I’m scared.”

“I know. I am too.” A harsh exhale of breath blew out your nose and you pressed the palm of your free hand into your eye socket. “We all are. But we just have to... Push through it. For Will.”

“For Will.” 

The rest of the car ride was mostly silence, with a small sigh or huff breaking it every once in a while. 

Ten minutes later, you both pulled up to a disheveled, almost trailer-looking home that was supposedly Lonnie’s. Fall leaves scattered the street and the lawns, a calm and beautiful scene that contrasted what was expected to occur once you two knocked on the door. 

You two shared a glance and a nod before hopping out of the car and stomping towards the front door.

The sudden pound of his fist against the door made you jump, sucking in a sharp breath. “Hello?” he shouted.

The door swung open after a few smacks of his fist against the wood, revealing a skinny girl no older than 30. “Can I help you?” she asked, sounding all too exhausted from walking to the door.

“Yeah, is Lonnie around?”

“Yeah, he’s around back,” she drawled slowly, eyeing the two of you. “What do you want?”

“To look around.” Without another word, Jonathan pushed past her and stomped into the house. You sighed and hurried behind him.

“Hey, what do you think you guys are doing? Hey!” 

Jonathan pushed open every unlocked door, peeking his head inside before moving on to the next room. “We’ll be fast,” you explained.

“Hey, Will? Will? Will! You here?” He smacked his hand against a locked door, glancing over at you for a moment.

Another figure appeared from the hallway, grabbing Jonathan by his jacket collar and pinning him up against the wall. “Hey!” you shouted, stepping forward and grabbing the figure’s arm.

“Get off!” Jonathan grumbled, shoving the figure off of him. You let go of their arm and looked over at Jonathan, eyes wide with worry.

“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger,” the figure drawled, chuckling and looking the two of you over.

Lonnie.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on!” the woman shouted, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow arched.

Lonnie sighed. “Jonathan, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest. And...” He drew out, gesturing to you.

“Y/N,” you snapped, face set hard.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Wish I could say the same.”

He nodded once, pressing his lips into a fine line. “Now, why the hell did you two just barge into my house?”

“Where’s Will?”

Lonnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “He’s not here. Never has been, never will be.”

Jonathan huffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you past Lonnie and out to the backyard. 

“Hey, what’s the hurry!” Lonnie shouted behind you two, following close behind. “If you wanted to see the car you could just ask.”

You and Jonathan exchanged a look, staying silent as you headed over to the car parked in the middle of the lawn. You two separated to look through the car windows, checking to make sure nothing stood out. 

“Take a look at this beaut,” Lonnie continued, ignoring the two of you. “Should’ve seen it when I got it. Took me a year, but it’s almost done-”

“Pop the trunk,” you commanded, flashing Lonnie a death glare. Jonathan met you at the back of the car, twisting the key that was already in the lock and pulling the trunk open. A sigh fell from your lips when you saw that there was nothing inside, letting out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. 

“Really? You wanna check up my ass, too? I told you the same thing as I told those cops, he’s not here and he never has been.”

“Then why didn’t you call mom back?” Jonathan asked, his jaw clenched. 

“I don’t know, I just assumed she forgot where he was. You know, he was lost or something. That boy was never very good at taking care of himself.”

You rolled your eyes, clenching your fingers into tight fists. “Maybe because the last time you saw him, he was like ten. You know, a child. Who depends on his parents.”

“And who are you to be talking to me this way?”

“I’m one of the only goddamn people who gives a shit about your family. That’s who the fuck I am.”

Jonathan rested his hand on your shoulder, calming you down. “This isn’t some joke, alright? There are search parties, reporters-” Jonathan began, redirecting the conversation.

“Hopper’s not still chief, is he?” Lonnie sighed. “Tell your mother she’s gotta get you out of that hellhole, come out here to the city. People are more real here, ya know?”

That made you scoff.

“And then I could see you more.”

That made you and Jonathan scoff and roll your eyes.

“What, you think I don’t want to see you?”

“I know you don’t.”

“See, that’s your mother talkin’ right there.” Jonathan visibly stiffened. “She even know you’re here?” You two exchanged a look. “Oh, great. So one kid goes missing, the other one runs wild with his girlfriend? Some real fine parenting right there.”

“We’re not dating. She’s my friend, one of the only people who cares about me besides mom.”

“Look, all I’m saying is, maybe I’m not the asshole, alright?”

“You sure about that?” you hissed, stepping past him and slamming the trunk closed. Jonathan followed behind you, digging out a flyer.

“In case you forgot what he looks like,” Jonathan snapped, shoving the flyer into Lonnie’s hands before hurrying out of the backyard, right on your heels. 

***

You couldn’t help but notice a distinct lack of cars in the parking lot of the school, your heart cracking at the thought of no one showing up for an assembly for Will, a boy you saw as a little brother. 

With a sigh, you got out of your car and locked the doors before heading over to the gym doors. You peeked your head inside, hiding from anyone who could’ve seen you, and searched who was inside. It was mostly just the student council who organized the event, along with a few teachers and some cheerleaders.

And no Jonathan.

You gulped down another sigh and slipped away from the doors, walking along the sidewalk and heading over to the football field. The bright lights of the field drew you like a moth to a flame, dazed and trance-like as you trudged through the dead grass. 

And then, if your luck couldn’t get any better, the sprinklers kicked on. 

Your clothes instantly became soaked, clinging to your body as you continued to wander along the field, looking at the fading white lines painted on the yellow grass. Shivers took over your body as you finally sat down, feeling the water soak in to your bones. 

As you let your body lay against the damp earth, you began to wonder if this was how Will felt: alone, stranded and cold as you hoped for anyone or anything to come along and find you. 

The tears began to fall, for Will, for Jonathan, for Joyce, for yourself. After a while, you couldn’t differentiate the tears on your face from the water that still sprayed from the sprinklers, or your sobs from the shivers that plagued your body. You felt so numb, both physically and emotionally.

After what felt like hours, you had finally rose to your feet and made your way back to your car, dripping a trail of water all the way there and all over your seats. You were too tired to even care.

You operated on autopilot as you drove, eyes half open and hands barely on the steering wheel as the car cruised along the broken roads and up to the Byers’ house. Once the car was parked, you got out and dragged your feet up to the front door, knocking twice.

The door swung open immediately, revealing an extremely startled Joyce. “Is Jonathan home?” you asked, tucking your hands into your wet jacket pockets.

“N-no,” she shook her head, taking a breath and taking in your appearance. “Why are you wet?”

“It’s a long story. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s supposed to be at that vigil for Will.”

“I was just there. He wasn’t there.” You wrung a few drops of water out of your shirt, glancing down at her hands. “What happened to you?”

“Oh. The-uh- the phone short-circuited.”

“Ho-” As soon as you were about to reach out and examine her burn, the stereo in Jonathan’s room suddenly began to blast The Clash, making you both jump. 

Joyce exchanged a look with you before you both began to inch inside the house. “Jonathan?”

The lights above your head began to flicker, and your heart began to race. “What the fuck.”

“Will? Will?” She let out a shuddering breath. “Will, is that you?”

Suddenly, the music stopped, leaving you both in dead silence. You took a deep breath, and turned on your heel, searching behind you for any sign of someone. 

You immediately regretted that decision.

At first you thought you were hallucinating, but when Joyce screamed, you knew what you were seeing was real. On the wall, or rather in the wall, a face stretched out, features contorted into a look of pain. “Oh my god,” Joyce gasped.

“Holy shit,” you choked out, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

“Oh god.” Joyce grabbed your hand and pulled the two of you outside, sprinting over to the car. From inside the house, you could hear the music playing again. 

You tossed her your keys and slid in the passenger seat of your car, unable to take your eyes off the house. Joyce started the car and tore out of the drive way, the headlights of your car flickering as she did so. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears as you two sped away from the house and down the road, pulling over once you two were far enough away. 

“What the fuck was that?”

[onlyyyariii]

My Alpha

Part One

Liana’s point of view

*******

"Hey Madi wanna hang tonight after work?"

"Of course Liana."

Madison and I haven't been able to hang out much since graduation. I've been busy with work and applying to colleges. I really want to go to the University of San Francisco (really don't even know if that's a real school). They have a good acting program.

"Okay I'll meet you at your house, after 5?"

"Yeah my shift's over at 4:30."

"Alright, have fun with your coffee."

I work at a coffee shop. Locally owned of course, but it paid well. Usually I'd work six hour shifts.

"Oh I will. I'll make you a pumpkin spice, if you'd like."

"You already know." she laughs.

"Okay I'm at the shop I'll have to let you go. Love you."

"Love you too.”

I hang up and walk into Coffee Central. Opening the door, I can smell the scents of autumn. Pumpkin, maple, and cinnamon getting stronger as I head behind the counter. I take a deep breath in through my nose. Letting it out when I feel dizzy. Strong arms wrap around my waist as I go to grab myself a cup. I smile and blush, knowing it's my boyfriend.

"Aaron." I say, tilting my head to the right.

His warm breath hits the side of my neck making me shiver.

"You smell good."

"Thank you."

He plants a kiss to my neck, then lets go of me.

"How's your sister doing?"

"Lindsey?"

"Yeah, is she okay?"

"She has a stomach bug."

"Oh."

His sister, Lindsey, is eight years old and when I was over his house a few days ago, she threw up on me. It wasn't the most pleasant thing but I have experience with kids. I used to babysit as a job. A bunch of mom's in the town love me for it.

"I'm going to hang out with Madi after work today. I just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to go out."

"No, I'm hanging out with Jack and Bryant."

"Okay."

[After Work]

I go home and take a quick shower, before changing into some sweats and a tank top. Walking into the kitchen, I'm met with the lovely face of my mother.

"Hi Momma."

"Hey Li, is Madison coming over?"

"We're going to watch movies if that's alright."

"Perfectly fine. I have to go back to the hospital anyways, there's a craniotomy at seven. Before that I have to check in on a few patients."

My mother works in our local hospital as a neurosurgeon. It's pretty cool how she managed to have a kid while going through college and medical school. Not to mention, being the best single mom out there. Her job is really awesome, although she can't tell me the name of the people she works on, she tells me what surgery they'll need to get.

"Cool. So you won't be home til late?"

"I won't be coming back tonight. I have rounds tomorrow morning at 5."

"Alright," I walk over and hug her, "bye Momma, have a good surgery."

"I'll try."

She grabs her bag then makes her way to the front door. Opening it she finds that Madi is about to knock.

"Come in Madison. Wouldn't want you to get cold."

She passes her and walks in.

"Hey Madi ready for a movie marathon?"

"As long as I can pick the movies."

"Okay."

I walk into the kitchen to make the popcorn while she finds us movies. When the popcorn is finished I pore it into a big bowl and bring it to the living room. I pull down the blanket she's set up and slip in beside her. Our couch turns into a bed if you get the jist.

"What are we watching?" I ask, handing her the bowl.

"Harry Potter series, you in?"

"Of course I'm in."

We laugh as she presses play on the first movie. We sit and watch movie after movie until we're on the Goblet of Fire. I yawn and look over at her. She has a blank look on her face.

"Madison, what's wrong?"

She shakes her head and looks at me.

"I'm sorry I have to go."

"Why, what happened?"

"Nothing, I just forgot I was invited to a party."

"Oh."

She gets up from the bed and grabs her jacket.

"Well let me get dressed and I could come-"

"No Liana! Did I say you were invited too?"

"Madi if it's just a party, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you always invite yourself places you aren't wanted!"

Tears sprung to my eyes, "You don't want me there?"

"No I don't.”

With that she left, slamming the door on her way out. I walked into the living room turning the TV off and grabbing my jacket. Why would she do something like this? This is so unlike her. She's never like this, at least with me she's not. We've been best friends since middle school, of course we've had our fair share of fights along the way, but this one seemed personal. I lock the door on the way out. A nice walk should do me some good. I walk behind my house to the woods. For years, I have been walking the same path. Taking a deep breath I smell the trees around me. Oak, maple, pine, even birch. I continue walking as leaves crunch beneath my feet. The sound of a laugh goes by my ear. I whip around to look behind me, finding no one. Keeping my head up, I continue to walk until I hear another laugh.

"He's coming!" A girl runs by me laughing.

"You have to hide."

"He'll get you."

I look at these girls as they run by me. What are they talking about? Girls run by me at a fast pace, climbing up trees and hiding behind them.

"What's going on?" I say, lightly.

"The mating tradition."

"Mating... what?"

A girl shushes me as leaves crunch in front of us. I lean against the tree, scared out of my mind. What did they mean mating tradition? I take a deep breath and focus on the smell of maple. Maple is my favorite smell of course. Leaning my head back against the tree I let out a sigh. Terrified to move, I try to be as still as possible. The faint sound of sniffing hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm going to die and I didn't even get to tell my mother I loved her. I didn't get to say goodbye to Aaron or apologize to Maddy for being in her business 24/7. A tear slips down my cheek. I didn't get to go to college and I didn't get to fall in love. I'll never get to experience the pain of childbirth or the happiness of marriage.

Opening my eyes I'm met with a boy. He glances over at me. Running up to me he places his hands on the sides of my face. One hand grips my jaw as the other tears off my jacket. His face goes to my neck as I shake with fear. I try my hardest not to breath. He takes a deep breath, then lets out a groan. A shaky breath leaves my body. The feeling of wet warmth blossoms on my neck. He licked me! I'm shivering from the cold and my eyes start closing from over exhaustion. I feel arms snake around my waist and under my knees. I quickly grab onto whoever picked me up, scared of falling back to the ground. I lay there as the person continues walking.

I awake when I'm placed down on the ground.

"A human?"

"Yes father."

"You're sure, this is the one? It's going to be a hard relationship."

"She is the one. It doesn't matter how hard it will be."

"Very well then. Take her to the house and let Zyrie clean her up."

"Of course."

I'm picked back up into the strong arms and carried once more. I let my head rest against the chest of whoever carries me, drifting off into a light slumber.

+++++

I awake sometime later on a soft bed. Opening my eyes I notice I'm not in my bedroom. So last night wasn't a dream.

"How are you feeling?"

I look to my right at a girl with dark red hair and freckles adorning her light skin. Her blue eyes stare at me with concern. She has a mark between her neck and shoulder in the shape of a moon. It looks like a tattoo.

"I'm okay," I say, my voice still deep from just being woken up, "I'm a bit thirsty."

"I'll be right back with a drink."

"Thank you."

As she gets up to leave I notice the boy behind her. He leans up against the wall. She nods at him before walking out and closing the door.

"Who are you?" I glare at him.

"Ethan Dolan. Son of Sean and Lisa Dolan. Alpha and Luna of this pack."

"Pack? What are you talking about?"

"We're werewolves."

"That's not possible. They aren't real." I say with a laugh.

"They're very much real."

I go silent for a moment. The boy, Ethan, walks over and kneels in front of me.

"Your name?" He asks, with a scowl on his face.

"Liana, Liana Summers."

“Liana..."

My name rolls off his tongue. I shiver as his voice seems to run through me. He gets up and begins to walk out.

"Ethan!" I call.

He turns around and looks at me. His gaze turning into a hard glare.

"What's a mate?"

"A mate means you are my other half. A soulmate, if you will. When we... um mate, I would mark you. Meaning you are mine. You would mark me. But since you're not a wolf I don't know how it would work!" He screamed the last sentence.

My body shuddered in fear and cowered away from him. It was as if I thought he was going to hit me. He glances at me, his gaze softening.

"When we mark each other, a bond will be formed. Through this bond you and I would share emotions. For example when you feel pain as will I, if you're sad then I'm sad. We could speak to each other-"

"Wait so you're saying mating is... having sex?"

"To be blunt, yes. And-"

"Then marking would be... biting me?"

"Yes but-"

"No absolutely not. I do not want you biting me anytime soon. I don't even know you and you already licked me! I have a boyfriend and a life I can't just-"

"Liana stop."

In a second he's hovering over top of me, pinning my hands above my head. I look at him as fear flashes through my mind again. He leans into my neck to smell me.

"You smell like maple and vanilla and fear. You have nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Y-you s-scare m-me." I stutter.

He leans back into my neck and licks me. I let out a shaky breath. I can't say I don't like it. He plants a kiss to where he licked.

"Your heart beats faster when I get near you. I know you feel something."

He rolls off of me and walks out of the room. As soon as he opens the door I notice the girl standing out there. She lightly bows to him and then joins me in the room. She closes the door but I continue to watch it.

"Don't worry about him. He's an Alpha they tend to be intimidating."

"He's my mate, my alpha?"

"Yes, he seems- well his wolf seems to have chosen you."

"His wolf?"

"The wolf side of him is drawn to you."

"Drawn to me how?"

"Your scent smells like everything he's ever wanted. His wolf already loves you, but it may take some time for him to. It's not everyday that a wolves mate is human."

"I'm very sorry. I don't understand this all too well."

"That's quite alright. No one here is going to hurt you, seeing as your the next Luna."

"The next what?"

"You'll see."

*******

Alrighty! This is part one. There are about nine more chapters completed. Let me know if you want another chapter tonight! Also send in requests for Madi and Liana if you have any.

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[thatludicrousdisplay]

Marriage (Day 30 of Pride Month: IT Crowd style)

Fandom: IT Crowd 

Pairing: Maurice Moss/Roy Trenneman 

Summary: the boys finally get married 

Today’s prompt:  “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

This is the final part!!! I really hope you guys enjoyed this little series of mine: I know I enjoyed writing it! Hopefully I’ll be back soon with a little something out of my wips :)

The wedding day was finally here. 

When Moss woke up, Roy had already left. He yawned, rolling onto his side to grab his glasses. When he put them on, he noticed a post-it note on the alarm clock. It read: 

Sorry I’m not here when you wake up, my mum was bugging me to leave and I didn’t want to wake you. Jen called, she said she and Richmond should be here by ten. They’re bringing breakfast. Can’t wait to see you later! Roy xx

Moss grinned, setting the note down as he stretched out. He had a few nerves building in the pit of his stomach, but at the same time he was excited. They’d been waiting for this day for six months now. Everything was going to be perfect. It had to be. 

The first thing he did when he got up was go over and check the wardrobe for his suit. Yep, there it was, all ready it its protective cover. He let out a sigh of relief. He’d been worrying all night that something had happened to it. No, he wasn’t sure why either. It didn’t look right, though, without Roy’s next to it. 

Come to think of it, nowadays he didn’t feel quite right when he wasn’t with Roy. Before, he always preferred being on his own, but now whenever he was left on his own, he felt all discombobulated and just... not right. No, he liked being with Roy. Good, he supposed. They were going to be married, after all. 

He was about to go into the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. Confused, he looked down his watch. His eyes widened. How was it ten already!? He was supposed to have been up two hours ago! Running his hand through his hair, he rushed over to the door and opened it up. 

“Good morning!” Jen exclaimed, coming forward and throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug. Behind her, Richmond gave him a slightly awkward smile and raised his hand. Moss did the same back. Finally, Jen let him go. “Are you nervous?” 

“A little,” Moss said with a small smile. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “But excited too!” 

“I bet you are,” she replied. She clapped her hands together, pushing Moss gently out of the way and walking confidently into the flat. Moss watched her in slight amazement. Richmond shook his head, coming in and closing the door behind him. 

“She’s going to be like that all day,” he said. Moss shook his head. “But she’s making pancakes.” 

“Making?” 

“Heating up packaged pancakes.” 

The two of them shared a chuckle. Since Richmond had returned from having scurvy, he and Moss had actually been getting rather close. They got on remarkably well, and Moss found himself sometimes genuinely enjoying the goth’s company. That’s why he’d asked him to be his best man. 

“We went past the hotel on the way here,” Richmond said as they made their way towards the kitchen. Moss shot him a nervous look, chewing on the inside of his cheek in his anxiousness.

“And?” he asked. 

“Everyone’s up, by the looks of it. There was a lot of people stood outside having a cigarette, that’s for sure.”

“Did you see Roy?” 

“No. I’m assuming he was inside.” 

Moss nodded. He looked down at the floor, and then back up at Richmond and Jen (who was rooting through the cupboards). 

“He’s going to show up, isn’t he?” he said in a small voice. Jen looked over at him, and made a small noise. 

“Of course he is,” she said. “Now, where do you keep your maple syrup?” 

***

Over in the hotel, Roy was freaking out. 

“Mam, I can’t do this!” he said as he paced his parents’ hotel room, his head in his hands. His mum tried to catch him and make him stand still, but he shook her off. “What was I thinking!? Oh, it’s all going to go wrong, isn’t it?” 

“Right, calm down,” his mother said. She stood and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the edge of the bed. “Everything is going to be fine.” 

“How do you know that?” Roy replied. His voice was full of tears. His mum shook her head, turning to her husband. 

“Your turn,” she said. “See if you can help him.” 

Roy’s father shot his wife a pleading look, but she gave him such a fuming look that he didn’t dare argue with her. He cleared his throat and sat down heavily next to his son. 

“Roy, my lad, when your Ma and I got married, I was nervous too,” he said. Roy sniffed, looking at his father with a little shock on his face. 

“You were nervous?” he asked. His father nodded. “But... you don’t get nervous.” 

“Well, I love your Mam and I was worried that I wasn’t going to be good enough for her,” his father replied. Roy looked over at him, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “But that turned out alright, didn’t it?” 

His mother gave her husband a half-hearted glare, but her smile betrayed her. Roy grinned at them, feeling a little more at ease. 

“It’s just...” he paused, letting out a frustrated sigh. He knew what he was feeling, but he wasn’t sure how to articulate it. His parents nodded their heads. “Yeah.” 

“It’ll all be fine,” his mother said. Roy smiled at them. 

Then the rest of the family descended upon the room, and Roy soon forgot about it. 

***

“How many times have you tried it on since you bought it?” Jen asked. She was leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on her face as she watched Moss. He was looking at himself in the mirror, fiddling with little bits of his suit. He shrugged. 

“Quite a few times,” he said. He undid his tie again and re-tied it. He’d been doing that for the past ten minutes. He turned to Jen. “It looks okay, doesn’t it?”

It struck Jen at that moment that this was probably the first time she’d ever seen Moss in a long-sleeved shirt. He was wearing a navy waistcoat, which perfectly accentuated the light-grey blazer. He was stood a little awkwardly, but that was sort of standard with Moss so she wasn’t too worried about that. 

“It looks lovely, Moss,” she said. He smiled at her. 

They were at the venue already. Moss had insisted on going down there as soon as they had finished eating breakfast to check up on all of the decorations he, Roy and Jen had spent the entire previous day putting up. Of course, they had been fine. It was now nearly quarter past one, and the guests were due to start arriving in fifteen minutes. 

“I’m really getting married,” Moss said, his voice quiet. Jen and Richmond smiled at him. He glance down at the floor, and then looked back up at them. “I never thought this would happen.” 

“Sweetheart...” Jen started to say, but she was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. 

Confused, the three of them looked at each other. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here. Jen gave Moss an odd look before moving off the door frame and opening the door. It revealed a rather squat smiley woman, who looked straight at Moss and grinned. Moss beckoned her in with a smile. 

“Auntie, what are you doing here?” he said with a small laugh as he stooped down to hug her. Then he saw Jen and Richmond looking at him confusedly. “Oh, Jen, Richmond, this is my Auntie Brenda. She’s my dad’s sister.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Jen said with a smile, holding her hand out. Brenda took it with a grin. 

“Moss has told us all about you,” she said. She sounded approving enough. She turned back to Moss with a strange look on her face. “There’s someone here who wants to talk to you.” 

“O-o-o-okay?” Moss said nervously. His aunt smiled and left for the room for a moment. 

When she came back in, Moss’ mother was trailing behind her. 

Moss stumbled backwards a little, gaping at her. She was well dressed up, in her best dress and a big hat. She was staring at her shoes. Jen furrowed her brow, confused. Richmond’s face didn’t change, but he too was confused. 

“M-mum?” Moss stammered. “Wh-what are you doing here?” 

At that, his mother looked up at him. It was clear she’d been crying, as her eyes were red and bloodshot. She tried to take a step towards him, but he shook his head as his eyes filled with tears. “If you’ve just come to berate me, you can leave right now. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life and you are not going to ruin it.” 

“No, I’m not here for that,” she said. She sniffed a little and glanced at her sister-in-law, who shot her a deadly glare. “I wasn’t going to come at all, but then your aunt and I had a long talk and...” She took a deep breath, taking a step towards him. “I realised that I was so tied up with the fact that Roy is a... man,” (at this, she winced) “that I never really saw how the two of you interacted, or what your relationship was really like.” 

“You never even asked,” Moss said quietly, staring at the floor. Jen came forward, putting her hand on his shoulder. 

“Do you want me to kick her out?” she whispered. Moss shook his head. She nodded, moving out the way in respect. 

“Those few months when you were living at home when you two were dating are the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Moss’ mother said. She took another step forward towards her son. “I know I’ve been awful to you, and I understand if you don’t want me here, but...” She stepped forward, taking her son’s hands in hers. “I want to try and make it better between us. I know it won’t be easy, for either of us, but... I’d like to try and get my son back.” 

Moss stopped, staring at his mother’s hands. He stared for nearly a minute straight, and Jen really thought he was going to pull away. So did his mother. She sighed, ready to pull her hands away and walk out when Moss pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder. She gasped a little, holding him close. 

“I love you, mum,” he said once he let her go. “Of course I want you in my life.” 

“Thank you,” she replied, seeming genuinely grateful. 

“But you say one horrible thing to my husband,” he took a step towards her, so that he towered over her even more. “One.” He paused, glaring at her. “And you are out. I do love you, and you can say whatever hurtful thing you want to me, but I will not have you be disrespectful to the love of my life.” 

“Okay,” his mother said. She looked down at the ground. “I suppose that’s only fair, considering how awful I’ve been to you.” 

“Let’s not talk about that today,” Moss replied. She smiled at him and nodded. His aunt came forward, taking her sister-in-law by the arm and leading her out of the room after shooting Moss a pleased look. Moss watched them go. 

As soon as the door closed, his face split into a huge grin and he began to jump around the room with joy. He rushed over to Jen and Richmond, pulling them both into a tight hug. Jen chuckled, patting him on the back, whilst Richmond’s eyes widened. Once he let them go, he grinned, moving towards the door. 

“Good start, I suppose,” he said before opening the door and making his way out towards the venue. 

***

When two forty-five rolled around, Moss’ nerves were starting to build a little more. 

He was standing at the makeshift altar, Richmond by one side of him and Jen on the other. Everybody was watching them. It was making him anxious. 

“Roy’s supposed to be here by now,” he whispered to Jen. He shot her a nervous look. 

“They’re probably just stuck in traffic,” she whispered back. He furrowed his brow but nodded, casting another nervous look over the room. He caught his mother’s eye, and she gave him a small smile. He couldn’t help but smile back at that as his stomach twisted uneasily. How much longer was he going to be standing here? 

When the music finally started up, it was almost relieving. He took a deep breath, turning towards the entrance. Everybody else did too. Some of the little kids were kneeling in their seats, trying to peer over the adults’ heads. 

And then Roy appeared, and Moss forgot that everyone else existed. 

They were both wearing the exact same suit, but Moss couldn’t help but think that it looked far better on Roy (this, of course, was preposterous, as it looked equally as good on both of them). The Irishman was flanked by his parents, his sisters trailing behind as bridesmaids (groomsmaids?). Once he clapped eyes on his fiance, his face split into a huge grin, and they nodded to each other. Moss giggled, looking down at his shoes. 

Once Roy reached the altar, his parents kissed him on the cheeks before leaving and sitting in the front row. Each of his sisters glared at Moss before doing the same. Roy smiled, coming over and taking Moss’ hands in his. Moss blushed, looking up at his fiance. The officiant smiled at the two of them as Jen came over and stood just next to Roy. 

“Hi,” Roy murmured. 

“Hi,” Moss replied. 

“Is that your... mum sitting there?”

Moss grinned. 

“Yeah. She actually came.” 

“We have all gathered here today to witness the union of Maurice Moss and Roy Trenneman,” the officiant said, cutting their conversation short. “Now, we could go all long and boring with this, but the grooms asked me to make it as short as possible so we can start partying as soon as possible.” A chuckle rippled through the room at this. “So we’re going to skip straight to the vows. Roy?”

“Oh shit, it was me first,” Roy murmured. That earned a proper laugh from the room, and Moss as well. Roy blushed, smiling at the floor before looking back up. “God, this feels like the engagement again. I know exactly what to say but...” He paused, taking a deep breath. Moss squeezed his hands, giving him a comforting look. Roy nodded his head, looking up and smiling at his partner. “Look at you. How does somebody like me end up with somebody as perfect as you?” Moss blushed at this, smiling shyly at him. “The point is, you’re the best thing that has ever and will ever happen to me. And I hope that it never ends, because I never want to be without you ever again.” 

Jen leant forward, handing Roy the ring. She had tears streaming down her face, and she gave them both a smile as she leaned back. Roy took Moss’ hand, sliding the ring onto his finger. “Enjoy being legally bound to me for the rest of our living days. Also, I’m burning our partnership certificate. Good luck returning me without the receipt.” 

Moss chuckled, but his eyes were filled with tears. Even the officiant was looking a little shiny-eyed. 

“Moss?” she prompted. 

“I don’t think anything I can say can top that,” Moss said with a small chuckle. “What can I say? I love you. I’ve been waiting a long time. I never thought I’d have you, but somehow through an unlikely series of events, it happened.” He paused, looking up to Roy. “And I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. I love you, and I’m looking forward to the rest of our lives together.” 

Richmond handed him the ring, and Moss gently slid it onto Roy’s finger. They gazed at each other for a moment, smiling, lost in their own little world. The officiant took a deep breath as she blinked back tears. Most of the congregation hadn’t been able to do that. 

“Moss, do you take Roy as your civil partner?” she asked. Moss grinned. 

“I do.” 

“Roy, do you take Moss--” 

“Of course I bloody do!” Roy blurted. The officiant chuckled. 

“Then it is my pleasure to announce you as civil partners,” she said. “You can kiss!” 

As their lips met, the room erupted with applause. 

***

The reception was equally as lovely. Moss and Roy had been milling around to start with, Roy’s arm protectively around his husband’s waist, but they had to stop to talk to people so many times that it hardly seemed worth it. Instead, they had picked a spot and let people come up to them. They had just finished talking to an old family friend of Roy’s when all of a sudden three little boys came barrelling up to them. 

“Uncle Roy, Uncle Roy!” they all shouted simultaneously. Roy laughed, taking his arm from around Moss to pick them all up. They all hugged him, huge smiles on their faces. 

“It’s been a-a-a-a-a-a-ages since we’ve seen you!” the biggest one, who still only looked to be around five or six said. 

“Ages!” the littlest (probably around two or so) repeated. 

“I know!” Roy replied. “God, you’ve all grown so much since I last saw you.” He put them down, and then ruffled the littlest’s hair. “You were only a baby!” 

“Roy?” Moss said gently as Roy put his arm back around his waist. 

“Oh, right,” Roy said. “Moss, meet Paddy, Sean and Seamus. They’re my sister’s kids.” 

“How come you’re not a girl?” Sean-- the middle one, probably around four or so-- asked. Roy turned bright red at this and opened his mouth to say something, but Moss stopped him with a small pat on the shoulder and a chuckle. 

“Because boys can marry boys too,” he said. All three of their eyes widened at that. 

“So, if I wanted to kiss a boy instead a girl, I could?” Seamus (the oldest) asked. Moss shrugged. 

“I don’t see why not.” 

“Cool!” Seamus yelled. He came forward and gave them both a hug. “Thank you, Uncle Moss!” 

With that, he ran away, and his brothers soon followed. Moss and Roy looked at each other for a moment before bursting into giggles. They smiled at each other, and Roy pulled Moss slightly closer to him. 

“Moss? Can the three of us talk?” Moss’ mother asked as she came forward towards them. Roy’s face fell at this, and he looked at Moss as if he wanted to leave. Moss gave him a small look, and the Irishman folded, but he didn’t look happy about it. 

“Sure, mum,” Moss said. “What do you want to talk about?” 

“Well, I wanted to talk to Roy,” she said. Moss nodded, turning to his husband a little expectantly. 

“Um, hey, Mrs Moss,” Roy said awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry for how I treated you,” she said. Roy blinked, a little taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting that. 

“Er... thank you?” he said. 

“You make my son happy,” she continued. “And the only thing that matters is that he’s happy.” 

“I’ll make sure he is,” Roy told her. 

“I am here,” Moss murmured. When Roy looked over to him, he gave him a cheeky smile. “Thank you, mum.” 

She smiled at them. She reached over and gave Moss a quick hug, kissing him on the cheek before wandering off somewhere. Roy turned to Moss in amazement. 

“What happened to her?” he asked, perplexed. 

“My aunt,” Moss said with a smile. “She was always good with her.” 

Roy chuckled, shaking his head and pulling his husband close to him. 

“Hey, we’re married,” he said. 

“I know, Roy. Surprisingly, I was there.” 

“Are you going to be this sassy for our whole marriage?” 

Moss giggled. He leaned over and kissed Roy quickly, smiling at him before resting his head on his shoulder. 

“Love you, husband.” 

“Love you too, husband.” 

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Your Heart Thine Destined To Be // Part One

Ship: Eventual Logince, Moxiety, and Dukeceit.

Summary: (Arranged Marriage! AU) Okay, sure. Roman’s in the next place for the crown. Okay, SURE. Roman’s not ready for that, and his parents know this too. So, what’s their solution? Have him marry someone who is, because God knows they aren’t going to let Remus have the crown.

Originally was going to be a comic, but my art skills are wack right now. And I need thissss.

Tags: @enragedbees @dante1138 @arc-gx @logan-sanders-enthusiast @nic-is-here

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Okay, yes.

Roman was supposed to be at breakfast right now with his two brothers and his parents, at the long dining table. It was his schedule.

But he was out in the lush forest, climbing a tree instead. Which, he believed, is completely understandable, he should be able to miss breakfast to explore.

To be active? They were going to discourage him from being active? Doubtful.

The way the air bubbled onto his skin, the way that the sunrise lit up the sky, it was all so… perfect.

He wasn’t going to miss it for some… breakfast. He had breakfast everyday, this sunrise… it felt like one in a million.

“Roman!” a voice called to him, low from the bellows and he immediately froze –his father–, “What are you doing up there? It’s time for breakfast, you sho-”

“I know, Dad. It’s just-” Roman groaned, holding onto the trunk as his eyes flocked to the sky (which at this point was a beautiful mix of blue and pink), “-look at this sunrise!”

King Gerald, a burly man with a thick beard (more teddy bearish than you’d think), faltered; his voice pausing and his dark eyes running to the sky.

He watched his father light up, eyes twinkling, and lightly wondered to himself, where would he be if he wasn’t crowned King?

Is this what he always wanted?

“It is,” the King murmured, “-quite beautiful, son.”

Roman sighed, “But?”

King Gerald sighed, straightening his posture, “You– We have duties, Roman; you have to learn to stick to your schedule. How are you supposed to-”

Roman froze, he’s going to say it, he doesn’t think I can rule. His heart pounding, he watched him struggle for words, trying to voice his thoughts, but upon matching his eye, fell silent.

“Roman,” the King sighed with a tired smile, “-you will be an excellent King someday, and a King… has priorities. Of which I am the current King, so you’re coming to breakfast. For your dear old Dad’s sake?”

The prince took a longing glance at the horizon, knowing he didn’t want to stay here, but it was his only option, “Fine… but I want a blueberry muffin.”

His father laughed, his deep belly laugh, “Deal, knucklehead.”

^^^

The castle’s dining room was, as assumed, very shiny with soft carpets and polished wood on every surface. Roman almost liked it almost as much as the ballroom, but with just the bare eye, the two would never compare.

His eyes first rested on his mother, who was sitting with poise, with her light hair and tan skin made to perfection. Her eyes, however, held a glare at her son; purely because of the concern, he’d guess.

“Roman,” she spoke with the softest of tones, with an edge ready to bite just awaiting the sign to launch, “Why are you late for breakfast?”

Roman opened his mouth to explain, but his father spoke first, “No worries, darling. It’s all taken care of.”

With a grateful smile to his father, Roman found his eyes fall to his little brother: Patton. He wasn’t much younger, but he definitely looked it. With his chubby cheeks and doll like blue eyes, Roman found his curly hair was something he’d wanted all his life.

“Good morning, Patton!”

“Roman!” Patton smiled, jumping up and pulling him into a hug, as expected.

“Ooh,” Patton squeaked, “-I have something for you! Don’t let me forget.”

“Will do, Patt.”

And finally, his eyes rested on his twin. His forsaken, nothing-like-him-at-all twin, Remus. He wasn’t ugly per say, but he definitely wasn’t upholding the squeaky clean majesty title with his messy hair and makeup 24/7.

“Remus,” he grumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

Remus didn’t even look up from… whatever he was drawing on the napkin; Roman honestly didn’t want to know.

“Honey,” his father scoffed, straightening out his newspaper, “-look at this! They’re already asking about the new crowning! What is even-”

“Mi amor,” his mother, Madeline, soothed, “-we’ll talk about this later, yes?”

King Gerard, a large broad shouldered man mind you, pouted, “I’m not that old yet.”

“‘Course not, honey-” his mother hummed, “-the magazines are despicable, you know this.”

“So,” his father added, to move on the conversation, “-what’ve you boys been up to?”

Patton spoke first, careful and considerate, “I’ve made flower crowns for everyone! Our gardener helped me pick ones to match you guys! So… yeah.”

Their mother smiled, “That’s so sweet, I’m sure we’ll love it, kiddo.”

After running her fingers through his hair, she faltered, her glance a little dampened, “Remus? What have you done, honey?”

Remus looked up, his eyes wide, and subtle with the look of… appreciation, “Uh, I painted today. It was a roaring Cyclops, attacking a town, and he’s rippin-”

“Re, buddy-” their father coughed, “-how about we stop there? You can tell us later, when we’re not… eating.”

Remus nodded, his face falling just a smidge, “Yes, sir.”

Roman paused, messing with his food on his plate and quietly humming to a tune he’d had stuck in his head for days.

“Roman?” his mother’s sweet voice broke through, “What about you? How are your studies, training, or… Forgive me, what were you working on?”

“My romance novel?” Roman grinned, attention on his food quickly scrapped, “Oh, it’s swell, mother! My characters are coming together so fast, I swear they’ve got a mind of their own.”

“What about your fencing?” the King acquired, with a puzzled look on his worn face. He’d had about two meetings with a few other leaders that morning, or at least that’s what Roman remembered.

“Yes, uh-” Roman nodded, tapping his chin as if he hadn’t remembered every lesson he’d ever had, “- Ms. Maple is doing wonderfully. I feel such great improvement.”

Breakfast was short-lived after that, Patton kept popping in with puns, and his father was bringing up a few things the kingdom had going on in a few weeks.

“Roman, I’ll have you know-” his father chuckled, shaking his head, “-I’ve been contacted by… many suitors for your hand." 

Roman rolled his eyes, "Dad, stop!”

His mother chuckled, “You’re a very handsome, young man, it only makes sense!”

Roman blushed up to his ears, “Thank you, Mama. That’s very kind of you, but I wish to be swept off my feet for reasons, other than personal gain.”

“Picky,” Remus muttered, as he drew into his napkin harshly.

Roman rolled his eyes, “Says you. Your standards are bare minimum!”

The King raised an eyebrow, a curious expression glazing his dark eyes, “Standards?”

Remus spoke, simply, “A hot guy.”

Roman began, taking a breath, “Taller than me, blue or green eyes, lovely, cute, shared the same interests… Hmm, he HAS to have the softest hair on this Earth. I don’t make the rules-”

“See,” Remus interrupted him, “-picky bitch.”

His mother gasped, but Roman would bet she wasn’t as surprised as you’d assume, “Remus Mich Elliott! You did not just speak like that at the table.”

“Yeah,” Roman hummed, muttering, “-plus, you’re the bitch, bitch.”

“Roman Chase Elliott! I can’t believe you two! No more talking at this table, until you can gather your manners, boys. Right, G?”

Roman’s eyes wafted over to his father’s, his face was flushed and he was hunched over, trying desperately to hold back laughter.

His mother sighed, “You boys are… Patton, are you done with your meal? If so, I say we take a trip to the gardens. Pull some new flowers for the vases I received yesterday?”

Patton smiled, “I’d love to, Mama.”

In a blink, the two were walking out of the dining room with interlocking arms.

It was quiet for a second, then a minute, and then his father finally spoke.

“Is she gone?”

“I-” Roman glanced towards the doorway they had exited through, “I think so, Pops.”

It was in that moment, his father slipped into a body-throwing laughing fit with a red flushed face, and soon Roman felt his own smile squirming up onto his lips.

In just a few seconds, the whole table was full of excess laughing, to a point that the staff had come to check in on them at least 10 times in the past 30 minutes.

“Alright,” the King raised from his seat, wiping his eyes, “-that’s enough playing around. You two, head off to your room.”

Roman paused, his face switching in the quickest of blinks, “But, I thought-”

“Ah, ah, ah-” their father shook his fingers, “-both of you know that Patton, nor your mother, like those words. You both knew better.”

“Father-” Remus groaned, in tune with a sigh of his own.

“Nope,” he shook his head, “-go to your room until lunch, and then apologize to your mother immediately after.”

The twins rolled their eyes, each muttering a disgruntled, “Yes, sir.”

Roman sighed, making his way up the stairs to a place without the sunshine in the morning. He could open up his window, he’d thought, but wouldn’t be the same view from that tree.

He was furious, the kind of furious you’d get when you couldn’t get ice cream as a kid, but he wouldn’t stomp or throw a tantrum. Not that he was past that. 

It was just that his hair was styled to perfection, and he was not doing that disservice to the Earth to lose it.

So, he just made his way up there with every inch of pettiness he could put into his walk. Which, he’d learned to do quite well.

With a dash and a skip, Roman arrived at the dark oak door -edged with an art design he’d carved just a few years ago. 

It was a shield, painted red and yellow, with a castle and the beautiful sun; he’d made it out of pure spite, just because Remus had said he couldn’t.

But, he’d actually loved the design. So, he began to incorporate it throughout his art -the knights he drew held it on their arm, flags on castles were woven with it in a shimmering fabric, outfits adorned the symbol, faces had it painted on their cheeks, and sometimes, he just drew the landscape on it with simple colors and dazzling visuals.

With blink to refocus, Roman pushed open his door, a feeling of urgency suddenly hitting him there as he stood. In a few quick steps, his eyes were blessed with the tower view of the sun beautifully raised in the sky.

He’d always loved the color blue. It had held so many different interpretations, so many different emotions.

Of course, red always had a place in his heart, but blue? It was calm and urgent, like ocean waves and yet also like, a thunderstorm. It could make him float off into a world of wonders, and quietly he would stay there, dreaming of a world where everything was relaxed… and he’d have no impending future.

That woke him up from the dream, the idea that he’d be destined to take care of the kingdom… His eyes shifted from the fluffy clouds above, to the beige-stoned buildings below.

It was beautiful, yes. Flowers sprouted in gardens, scattered throughout every lawn they could be. The roofs were varied, each dressed in a unique trim, that matched up with a unique family –unique people– in each home.

One day, he’d be responsible for them all, all the children giggling through the street, all the hard workers reaching to make ends meet, all the parents who’d had so much life to live, all the elders who chatted away with stories of the past, all the people who deserved… so much better than him.

[hockeyluver-1995]

Chance Meetings- Morgan Rielly Story Chapter 4

Morgan Reilly Story

Chapter 4

Word count 2.4 k

October 2018

It had been about a week since I last saw Morgan. He was busy getting ready for the beginning of the season and I was busy with the children. Though that didn’t stop us from texting each other throughout the day and phoning each other every night before bed. With Morgan it was just easy, both of us laying in bed talking for hours about anything we could think of until one of us would drift off into a deep slumber.

Nate played his first hockey game this week and scored a goal.  As soon as the game ended he ran up to me and gave me a big hug exclaiming, “I scored just like Morgan!”

I quickly took a picture of the smiling boy holding up his puck and sent it to Morgan with the caption ‘I scored a goal just like Morgan-Nate.’

He quickly responded with a thumb’s up emoji and a message saying ‘tell Nate I said good job and that I want to see him play sometime.’

Ella had her first ballet lesson this week as well. She was very excited about starting and wore her tutu every night so she could practice.

Max also had a busy couple days just like his siblings while they were at school. He started a music group and swimming lessons.

One of the messages Morgan sent me was to inform me that I was coming to his game on Wednesday and that I must be at Lucy’s place by 6:00 so that I could go to the game with her. Attached to the message was Lucy’s contact information.

Day of Game October 3rd Toronto vs. Montreal

I woke up this morning feeling very nervous about the game tonight. It was my first game as a girlfriend and I didn’t know what to expect. Would I meet the other better halves? Would they welcome me with open arms or make me feel like an outsider?

I knew Lucy would be with me every step of the way, which was very reassuring as I had a feeling I would be phoning her for a lot of advice.

I flipped through my closet looking at my options for possible outfits I could wear for my first game as his girlfriend. Should I wear something sporty? Should it be a fancier outfit?

I could hear a knock at the door. Jess was asking if she could come in? I quickly yelled back “come in! I’m in my closet.”

She appeared beside me as I continued looking for the perfect outfit.

“Nervous for tonight?” Asked Jess as she started looking through my closet for possible outfits as well.

Nodding my head I say “Omg! Yes. It’s my first game as his girlfriend.”

“Do I wear something sporty? Or do I wear something fancy to fit in with the other WAGS?” I question as I start to get frustrated.

“Take a deep breath Hails. I will help you and I’m sure you could message your friend Lucy and ask her what she is wearing that way you can gauge your outfit on hers.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Jess” I exclaim as I pull my phone out of my pocket and send Lucy a message.

Lucy quickly messaged back that she was going to wear jeans, some heeled boots, and a nice jacket.

Before I knew it, I had to leave to head to Lucy’s place.

On the subway to their building, I messaged Morgan.

Hails: Good luck today Mo! You will do awesome. I can’t wait to cheer for you. I will make sure to be extra loud so you can hear me haha

Not even a minute later Morgan responded.

Morgan: Thanks, Babe. It will be hard not to look at you in the stands all game haha

Morgan: Btw left you something at Lucy and Jake’s place.

I got off the subway and headed towards the address Lucy had texted me. She gave me the buzzard number to push in and opened the front doors of her condo building for me.

I got into the elevator and pushed the number 51 button. Within minutes I was standing in front of their door knocking.

“Hails!” Lucy greeted as she opened the door pulling me in for a big hug.

“Lucy!” I greeted in the same way Lucy did laughing.

“Love the outfit.”

“Thanks. It took me forever to figure out what to wear. I felt this pressure for some reason that it had to be perfect.”

Lucy nodded her head as she guided me into their family room. Henry was on the carpet playing with his toy cars. I quickly walked towards him and got down on the floor with him. He quickly looked up from his car and made his way towards me, pulling himself into a standing position giggling. I pulled him into a hug and he sat down in my lap.

“Don’t worry about tonight Hails! The ladies are awesome and very welcoming. Plus I will be with you the whole time.”

“Thanks, Lucy. I’m really glad I have you to guide me.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Lucy exclaimed as she ran out of the room and minutes later appeared with a gift bag.

“Mo dropped this off and asked me to give it to you.” She said as she handed me the bag.

I quickly opened the bag and saw that inside was one of his old warm-up shirts with a number 44 above the left chest. Also, there was a pass at the bottom of the bag. This intrigued me so I quickly picked it up and flipped it over so I could read the writing ‘Morgan Rielly Family Pass All Access’

“What is it?” asked Lucy curious to see what was in the bag she was hiding from Jake all day. Morgan’s specific instructions were for Lucy to give it to Hailey and to make sure Jake did not see what was in the bag.

“Awe,” Lucy said as I held up the shirt for her to see.

“He must want you to represent him but he doesn’t want the crazy fangirls to see you in his jersey just yet,” Lucy stated as she smiled in my direction.

Nodding my head I stood up asking Lucy where their bathroom was so that I could change.

I quickly pulled the shirt over the top of my tank top and tucked it into my light blue ripped jeans and black belt. I put on my black leather jacket over top and looked into the mirrors at the outfit.  I quickly took a picture of me through the mirror and sent it to Morgan on Snapchat.

Once I stepped out of the bathroom and into the family room Lucy looked up from putting Henry’s Gardiner Jersey on. “Ooh, you make that shirt look amazing! Does it smell like him?”

“Haha It actually does”

I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was time for us to walk over to the arena. I put on my black ankle high-heeled boats and grabbed my black purse and followed the Gardiner gang out the door.

About five minutes later we were at the arena and on our way to our seats.

The maple leafs won 3-2 against the Montreal Canadiens in overtime, Morgan getting an assist. As the three stars were announced Lucy nodded her head toward the stairs and we made our way the elevator. Lucy pulled out her pass and showed it to the security guard Outside of the elevator. So pulled my pass out of my purse and the security guard nodded his head towards us. Lucy guided me towards the room where the players’ families waited for the boys after the game.

Once in the room, Lucy nodded her head at a couple of the family members. A couple of the ladies looked toward me and sent smiles my way.

A couple of the ladies made their way to us and introduced themselves as Stephanie and Christina. They quickly gave me big hugs and said: “Morgan mentioned that his girlfriend was coming to the game.” “I can’t wait for you to join our crazy group of ladies.”

The ladies started asking me how we had met and about our days. I told the girls everything Morgan had done to pursue me.

“Awe, that is so adorable!” They exclaimed as they smiled towards me.

We continued talking until the players started walking into the room.

Morgan walked into the room looking so hot in his suit and freshly washed hair. It took everything in you to not run up to him and jump into his arms.

Morgan was talking to Mitch, Auston, Freddie, and Jake as they all walked into the room.

Morgan locked eyes with you and mouthed “nice shirt” and set me a wink. I couldn’t help the blush that took over my cheeks as I looked down towards the shirt.

Steph caught the exchange and quietly awed.

Morgan quickly pulled me into his arms as soon as he was in reaching distance and gave me a quick kiss. Which made me blush even harder at the PDA. This action made the boys whistle at Morgan and me with a chorus of “that a boy Mo-daddy!”

As Morgan pulled away he looked you in the eyes and sent you a wink.

Auston, Freddie, and Mitch made their way over to us pulling me into a big hug.

“Mo-daddy here has not shut up about you since you guys met.” Stated Mitch as he rolled his eyes towards Mo.

“Ya, all we hear is Hailey this, Hailey that.” Added Auston as she shoved Morgan jokingly.

“It’s nice to meet you, I am looking forward to adding you to our family.” Said Freddie as he pulled me into another hug adding, “don’t worry about these guys. They love getting under Mo’s skin so I’m guessing you’re included with Morgan now.”

“Thanks,” you said as you nodded your head understanding.

Steph laughed at her boyfriend's antics and said: “Hailey, get my number from Mo and we can hang out without these guys.”

“I see you wanted to mark your territory Mo-daddy. I’m just surprised it wasn’t in the form of a hickey” Stated Jake as he looked it your shirt and started laughing. He quickly looked towards Lucy “YOU!” he exclaimed, “That’s what you were hiding in the bag all day.”

Lucy laughs at him and shakes her head “Yes, and if I remember correctly you did the same when you first started dating me!”

Lucy shook her head at her husband and pulled me into a hug whispering, “ I married a man child.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you both pulled away from the hug.

After saying goodbye to everyone Morgan grabbed your hand and guided you to the underground parking lot.

Once in the car Morgan put the car in drive and maneuvered his way through the parking garage. “Am I driving you straight home? Or are you coming back to mine?”

I looked down at my watch and saw it was 11:30 pm. “Back to mine? I have to be up at 6:00 am.”

Morgan nodded his head and reached his hand over the console and grasped your small hand into his huge ones.

The radio was playing quietly in the background as you guided Morgan through the streets towards your house.

Morgan pulled up in front of my house and put the vehicle in park.

Just as I put my hand on the door handle to open the door Morgan yelled, “stop.”

He quickly opened his door and walked towards my side of the vehicle. He opened my door and held his hand out for me to grab. I placed my hand into his and he helped me down.

“How chivalrous of you.”

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“That’s all I get?” Joked Morgan as he pointed to his lips.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned up and kissed him again but this time on the lips.

“Hmmm much better,” Morgan said as soon as our lips pulled apart.

“Text me when you get home?” I asked as I turned towards the house.

“I will. But do you really think I won’t walk you to your door?” He Questioned.

“But it’s right here?” I said as I pointed to the door that was a couple of feet away.

We walked up to the stairs and just as I put my key into the door, it flys open and Tom is standing at the door playing the part of a concerned father.

“You're late!” He stated as he crossed his arms.

“It’s 11:45 pm.” You started laughing as Morgan reached out to Shake Toms Hand.

“I’m sorry sir”

“Young man, if you hurt her I’m not afraid to go to Jail!” Said Tom as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Morgan’s shocked look as I said to Tom “you’re not my dad!”

“Your dad asked me to say that to anyone you date,” Tom said shaking his head and laughing at Morgan’s reaction as well.

“Oh God, he thinks he is so tough when he says that.”

Morgan started laughing but nodded his head and said: “I will remember that Hailey has two dad figures in her life.”

“Well on a more serious note. Jess told me that I must ask Morgan to have dinner with us when he is free or else I am in the dog house.”

“Well Tom, I don’t want you in the dog house so I will check my schedule,” said Morgan as he pulled out his phone. “I’m free Friday night if that work. We are playing home on Saturday then we were on the road for a week.”

“Friday works,” said Tom nodding his head

“By the way Morgan awesome game tonight, Nate really looks up to you.”

“Thank you, Tom. Have a good night.”

Tom nodded his head towards you as a sign that he was going inside and that you could say Goodnight without his watchful eye.

Once Tom was down the hall I pulled Morgan into a hug and let him hold me for a couple of minutes. “Goodnight Mo “ I whispered just before I kissed him on the lips.

“Goodnight Hails. I will see you on Friday.”

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Lucid Dreams // Barry x Cisco x Reader

A/N: I’m actually fucking dead. HEAVY smut. And in my mind this blossoms into a beautiful and consensual and healthy poly relationship because fuck societal norms that’s why. Hope y’all enjoy!!

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All morning Barry had been pacing at regular speed around the house. From upstairs you could hear him mumbling to himself, the way he did when he was nervous and trying to work up his courage or practice his words. It was early, the kind of early that meant whatever your boyfriend was stressing about wouldn’t let him sleep. Making your way downstairs your eyes landed on him stretching with an exasperated sigh. “Babe? Everything alright?” The sound of your voice made him jump and turn to you, plastering a fake smile to his lips. “Hey! Good morning! How’d you sleep?” Barry retorted with far too much enthusiasm and the pitch of his voice raised telling you he was trying to cover his tracks. Immediately your eyes narrowed and Barry groaned, flopping face first into the couch. He spoke, but his words were muffled by the cushions. With a small laugh you descend the rest of the stairs and sit on the arm of the couch. “Wanna try that again? But more audibly this time?” You tease down at him and he groans again, rolling over. “I’m.. having weird... feelings.” He finally admits, covering his eyes with his arms as he speaks again. “About... someone.” You freeze a minute, confused by what he’s saying. “I-I.. oh.” Your hearts sinks and you prepare for a breakup.

Barry notices your tone and looks up at you. Instantly he’s in front of you holding your hands sweetly. “No no! No not like that, never like that.” He reassures you with gentle kisses to your hands. You glance at him questioningly, waiting for him to explain. Barry grimaces and sighs, looking away. “Please don’t judge me..?” His voice is soft and worrisome, but you just give his hands a squeeze and he continues with his head still down. “I.. I uhm, I had this dream.. and now I’m.. seeing a different side of someone we know.” The cryptic nature of his words isn’t helping your nerves and anxieties. “Barry please just tell me what’s going on..” Something in your tone alerts him how you’re feeling and his eyes snap back to you, before he draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes, the words leaving his lips rapidly. “I had a dream that we fucked Cisco.” You almost didn’t understand him, but you replayed his words over and over in your mind before speaking. “That’s... a new one.” Words weren’t coming to you, the fact that Barry was having these thoughts threw you for a loop. Clearing his throat, he continued. “And uhm, he kinda.. he might’ve sorta maybe vibed me and saw it, and uh.. wants... to..” The last words came out slowly like sap from a maple tree.

It took you several moments to take in everything that was being said to you. Your mind went a million different places in those moments, but the most overwhelming one was the image of it playing in your mind and the way it burned inside your stomach. Barry was silent awaiting a reaction from you that wasn’t just stunned silence. Looking into his deep green eyes you saw how fragile he was right now, so you chose your words carefully and rubbed his hands as you spoke. “Do... you want to?” Your words dripped into the air and you felt them linger as he prepared his answer. “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or upset.” He stated, eyes locked to yours with the utmost sincerity. That almost made you want it more. “Barry, if this is something you both want..” you pause to nibble at your bottom lip to get a grip on your racing thoughts. “How could I say no?” The tone of your voice switched to a sultry, honey smooth level and Barry gulped the dryness in his throat as he nodded. Unable to respond fully he just kept nodding, eyes falling to his lap briefly before darting back to you. The two of you spent the remainder of the day discussing things such as boundaries and rules, wanting to have everything talked over before making a final decision to go through with it.

Come the next morning you rolled over expecting to find your slender framed man next to you, but the bed was empty and cold like he’d been up for a while. Rubbing your eyes you can hear the sound of running water, realizing he’s in the shower. You take the extra time to get ready today, wanting to have every reason for a confidence boost. Steam escapes the bathroom as Barry emerges only covered in a towel. If he was trying to set the mood for the day, he was succeeding. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you near the closet half dressed, the bra and panty set you’d adorned more than just distracting him. He strolled to you, resting his chin on your shoulder and hands on your waist. “You look good enough to eat.” He drawled, running his fingers over the dark red lace of your underwear. You grinned and reached a hand back to run through his still-wet hair. “What can I say, I like to make good impressions..” The words made Barry hum softly at the thought.

Before long he let you get yourself fully ready, speeding his way into jeans and a tight sweater. Minutes later you were both at Star Labs, your hair a bit disheveled and your skirt billowing slightly from the rush of air. As you make your way into the Cortex you hear Caitlin and Cisco arguing faintly from the lab. “I’m not putting on cologne.” Cisco states flatly as you come into earshot. Caitlin sighs and forcefully puts the bottle on the table as her hair turns ice blonde. “Listen Cissy, if you wanna get laid like you said you did, you’ll put on the damn smell good spray and help yourself be more alluring. Good smells draw women in dummy.” Killer Frost then shoves the bottle to his chest, and he rolls his eyes at her suggestion. “I don’t need to draw anyone in,” he pauses when he sees you and Barry making your way to them, and smirks in a way you’ve never seen before. “They already come to me without it.” He responds with his eyes darting between you and Barry, landing on you and your newfound red cheeks.

“Morning, how did everyone sleep?” Cisco has his gaze trained on you now, eyeing the way your skirt stops just as your legs start. Next to you Barry is grinning ear to ear at the blush on your cheeks. It’s not often you get flustered, but when you do it’s for good reason. Like right now. You clear your throat, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear. “Slept alright, tossed and turned.” You shrug as you settle into a chair beside KF, who’s silently glancing between all of you and catching the tension. Again Cisco’s lips turn up playfully. “Oh, sounds like you weren’t tired enough..” he teases, making his way behind your chair. His hands find your shoulders and knead firm but gentle circles as he continues. “I’m sure tonight you’ll get much better sleep, don’t worry.” The way his words travel to your ears mixed with his sudden touch makes your breath hitch. Barry’s standing back, leaning against the table nibbling in his bottom lip to hide his grin. Slowly Caitlin returns to you, her eyes wide at the way Cisco’s touching you. She looks between you three and narrows her eyes. “What’d I miss..?” Her question lingers before Barry pipes up. “Nothing yet.” He sends a wink your way and you can help but giggle, Cisco giving your shoulders one last tight squeeze before walking over to Barry.

Normally you aren’t as hyper focused, but today you’re noticing every little thing they do. The glances they exchange, the subtle ways they tease each other. Were they always like this? Did you just never notice because the thought was never there? Or was the idea in their heads making them both more excited? Regardless, you were loving it. All day long they made playful banter, innuendos and suggestive remarks to each other and you. Around midday the three of you were the only ones in the Cortex, and they used it to their advantage. With your attention focused on your computer they snuck up behind you, each of them occupying a side of your neck to speak directly into your ears. “Someone got dressed up today..” Cisco was so close to you that his breath was hot on the back of your neck, and the way he spoke was so playful but not his usual way. This was deeper, lower, with a definitive lust. Barry chimes in your left. “Oh, this is nothing. She looks even better underneath it.” He leaned in, kissing one of your weak spots just below your ear, causing your eyes to flutter closed. Cisco took the hint and followed Barry’s action. His lips were supple, and he barely pressed them to your skin to make sure he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries. Instantly you drew in a small breath, releasing it as a sigh. “This isn’t fair..” you mumbled through your teeth. Both boys let out a huffed laugh, stepping back with looks of pride on their faces. You knew then you were really in for it tonight.

The day ticked by achingly slowly what with both of them teasing you and each other any chance they got. At one point they played a game of dropping things just to get you to bend to pick them up. Barry started it, “accidentally” rustling a stack of paper to the floor in front of Cisco. You’d thought nothing of it until they both started whining sadly when you’d stand. By the time the clock read 7:30, you were beyond ready to get home. Neither of them wasted any time, Barry’s eyes crackling as he looked between you and Cisco momentarily. “Our place.” He stated before you felt a rush around you, next sensation being your ass landing on the end of your bed. Barry stood over you gazing into your eyes. “You’re sure?” He asked softly, making your heart swell that he cared so deeply for your feelings in this matter. Rather than responding you sat up on your knees on the edge of the bed, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. The kind of kiss that showed him just how much you wanted this too. Until the night before you’d never pictured Cisco in this way, but especially after all the build up during the work day you were well past there now.

All day this was on your mind. You’d daydreamed about them touching you, pleasing you. Then you’d think of them with each other and it sparked a whole different kind of desire inside you, knowing that was something they both wanted just as badly. Just as you pull back from the kiss, the familiar blue surge of energy appears beside the bed and out pops Cisco holding two bottles of wine; a rosé and what looks like white, but it’s glowing. “I figured it’d be unfair if me and the lady were tipsy and you weren’t. So..” he wiggles the bottle at Barry. “Specially made so its like a wine drunk. Loose and fun loving.” He winks as he hands the bottle over, opting to hand you the other one. “Barry told me it’s your favorite.” Cisco’s tone turns soft and there’s a gleam to his eyes he’s never looked at you with before, and it brings a color to your cheeks that rivals the bottle in your hands. “Well thank you.” You manage, hopping up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go get glasses.” Making your way to the kitchen you let the two of them have their moment, while you take a much needed one yourself.

Pouring a quarter glass you down it immediately to let the alcohol kill the butterflies in your stomach. Taking a deep breath you shake off any remaining nerves and grab three glasses to take back to the room with you. Before you enter you creep to the hallway, attempting to eavesdrop, but to your surprise there’s no talking. With one more inhale for confidence you round the corner and nearly drop the delicate glass in your hands. Barry has a hand in Cisco’s hair, the shorter male with his hands on your boyfriend’s waist. You watch silently as their lips clash together, contented sighs coming from them both. It was unexpected, and you stood against the doorframe with your thighs clenched tightly. For a moment you just watch them, taking a swig of your wine and waiting for the right time to intervene.

Soon they pull apart from each other and Barry’s face shows exactly how much he’d enjoyed the close contact with his best friend. Quickly his eyes find you and he blushes a shade that rivals his super suit. Noticing his stance Cisco turns and chuckles when he sees your legs crossed. He eyes you slowly, as if he’s undressing you with his eyes. “Enjoy the show?” He muses, and Barry rubs the back of his neck nervously. Nodding you finally enter the room, handing over the glasses to each of them, sipping your own. The taste lingers on your tongue as you lick your lips, eyes glued to Barry. You love seeing him so flustered. Usually you’re the one getting the best of him but this was a whole new level. It was as delicious as the wine.

Setting the glass on your bedside table you grab his hand, pulling him into your arms but not quite kissing him yet. He groans at you, causing you to giggle softly. Cisco simply watches as you further unravel him. “So baby..” you pause and twirl his hair in your fingers, lowering your voice just enough for him to notice the change. “How did that dream start..?” Batting your lashes innocently makes Barry freeze, huffing out what was probably all the air in his lungs at how forward you’re being. From his other side Cisco pipes in. “Oh I could tell you that, actually.” He steps forward but instead of stopping in front of Barry, he makes his way to you. This wasn’t how you were expecting this to go, but somehow you had a feeling you’d like it even more. Watching Barry, you see his nervous expression melt into a smirk as he remembers for himself and now it’s your turn to get shaky knees.

Glancing between the both of you, Cisco looks at Barry with raised brows. “May I?” He drawls, and Barry’s smirk only grows. He speeds to your side, lacing his fingers with yours before nodding. Seconds later Cisco’s hands are bracing your face, bringing his plump lips in contact with yours. Almost instantly you succumb to him, letting his tongue past your lips to roll skillfully against yours. You feel Barry release your hand and feel the rush of him speeding somewhere but you don’t know where, for your eyes are closed and Cisco is far too good of a kisser for you to focus anywhere but his lips. One of his hands trails behind your neck to pull you closer to him, the other lowering to your waist to begin backing you towards the bed. Suddenly you feel Barry’s hands on you, roaming your sides and groping at your ass, causing you to squeal. Both boys give a small laugh at your reaction. Cisco breaks the kiss as Barry wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck to kiss your skin lightly. His hands find the waistline of your skirt and you smile at his voiceless suggestion, Cisco catching on just as quickly.

“Barry said something about you looking better without these..” he reached out to tug on the bottom of your blouse as he spoke, Barry continuing to fiddle with your skirt. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” The wine helped the words out of your mouth and Barry nipped at your skin, causing you to suck in a sharp breath at the feeling. As if it were a cue, Cisco began unbuttoning your top. Barry glances down at his actions and formed a crooked smile. “Allow me.” Just as quickly as the sentence had finished you felt yourself lifted and placed on the bed, but so much more of the brisk night air hit your skin now as Barry had thrown your outfit somewhere far out of sight. In another blitz of lightening he positioned both of them on either side of you on the bed, your knees planted on the mattress and hand on each of their now bare chests. You could only guess that this was a scene straight from his dream, and the look Cisco shot him only confirmed it. “I believe you know what happens next..” Barry’s words lingered between the three of you, the way the two of them smiled at each other made your heart race.

Without another word they both leaned into you, Barry kissing hungrily across your chest as Cisco claimed your neck with love bites and lingering kisses. The sudden overload of simulation rocked your senses and your head fell back with an audible sigh. Letting your hands fall they landed in both of their laps, letting you grip their thighs and elicit a small grunt from Cisco. Hearing the noise made Barry’s attention switch, finding your lips to give you a deep and doting kiss. Feeling a hand snake up your thigh you didn’t fully know who’s it was, but you didn’t care anymore. Barry demanded your attention with his kiss, winding a hand into your hair and holding tightly, bringing another whine from your lips. Cisco moved his lips to the spot below your ear that they’d teased you with at work, placing a long and slow kiss there before nipping your earlobe. The moan that left you now was for Cisco and he knew it, taking the surge of confidence to fully bring his hand to thin layer of fabric that still covered you. He glanced at Barry who pulled back from your kiss to lock eyes with Cisco before nodding, and kissing the male with just about as much passion as he had you.

The sight of them giving into each other only made you wetter, and Cisco’s fingers slipped past your panties to help relieve some of your tension. Barry’s hand was still locked in your hair and he gave it a small tug as Cisco began playing with you. As much as you wanted to watch what was unfolding you couldn’t help but close your eyes at the much needed attention. He pressed a finger to your clit, causing you to gasp slightly before he started to rub soft circles, making you release the air in your lungs as a breathy moan right into Barry’s ear. The speedster growled into his kiss and tugged your hair harder, the added force making you whine as your hips began to twitch at Cisco’s touch. Both men pulled back to get a view of you, shaking and panting just slightly. With his attention focused on you now Cisco began rubbing you harder, tighter more focused circles.

Reaching an arm out you braced yourself on Barry’s shoulder, mouth falling open and a string of moans spilling out of you as the boys watched you come undone. Your eyes closed tightly as waves of pleasure hit you, and you could hear Barry start to groan watching you get closer and closer. The hand in Cisco’s lap inched closer to his crotch, and Barry’s eyes locked on it, varying types of jealousy filling him. He wanted your hand on to be on him but he also wanted to be the one touching Cisco. It was an exhilarating feeling but all he could do was watch you. Cisco eyed your shaking body as your hand crept closer to his erection. “Someone’s trying to return the favor..” The male drew out the last word while slowly dragging his fingers through your wetness. A small whine fell from your lips and you finally let your eyes open to take in the hungry expressions before you.

Cisco had stopped his fingers and you sat there panting for a moment before locking eyes with Barry, crashing your lips up to his to wash away your growing nerves. He was surprised by the movement, but quickly responded by pushing you to finally lay back on the bed. While he kept your eyes closed with the kiss, he used his free hand to motion towards your center to Cisco. The smaller of the two took the hint and ran with it. Moving to allow him access, Barry kissed your lips tantalizingly slowly, knowing he had your focus with the way his tongue curled around yours. You felt Cisco shifting in the bed but didn’t think anything of it, until his warm and slightly callused hands found your inner thighs. Expecting to feel his fingers was a mistake, and a small gasp tickled Barry’s lips when you felt hot breath against your inner thighs.

Before you had time to process it his tongue was pressed to your wetness, simultaneously Barry kissed you harder and let his hands run up your sides with small bits of electricity crackling against your skin. Your breathing became shaky with the way your body surged with pleasure, a feeling so strong you’d never felt anything like it. Watching your face contort into your kiss, Cisco rolled his skillful tongue against your clit. The much needed attention made your hips twitch and Barry chuckled against your lips before pulling back to watch his best friend please you. With a rush of wind he was out of the man’s way, and Cisco happily wrapped his arms around your thighs as he deepened his lips against your core. His tongue swirled past your entrance before flicking your clit again and you couldn’t help the moans that filled the room. Suddenly Barry was next to you again, this time fully stripped and stroking himself with his eyes glued to the two of you. Eyeing him lustfully you whined for his eyes to meet yours, and he moved closer to you to let your hand take over for his.

The speedster let out a low groan, gnawing at his lower lip while he gazed down at your chest. In an impossible instant he’d removed your bra and repositioned himself in your hand again, never moving your hips from Cisco’s hungry hold. Reaching down slightly Barry pulled the breacher’s hair from his face as he continued to massage and flick his tongue against you. His chocolate brown eyes floated to meet your boyfriend’s glistening green ones and you felt his length twitch in your hand. Allowing yourself to focus on Cisco’s movements you sighed blissfully and began moving your hand against Barry in sync with how his tongue moved against you. With their eyes still locked Barry quickly noticed the synchronization and it brought a labored sigh out of him. When he’d flick your clit, you would roll your thumb over the sensitive nerves in the other’s tip. A few more strokes and he was too close for comfort, hastily buzzing about the room and grabbing Cisco to kiss his lips, groaning at the delicious taste of you they shared.

Catching your breath you watched the boys’ hands slowly explore each other, gaining appreciative hums back and forth. Feeling yourself staring you couldn’t help but sit up slightly next to them, bringing your hands between their brushing waistlines to finally slide past Cisco’s boxers. There was something so exhilarating about it, wanting to please him like this all day and being able to fulfill it now. Barry kept hold on his lips while your hand wrapped around his girth. The groan that left his supple lips made you and Barry both melt. As their kiss got progressively heavier you let your thumb graze over his head, all the while stroking him achingly slowly. This time a more primal noise left his chest and he reached a hand out to find your hair, tugging sharply without ever breaking from the other’s lips. You gasped sharply and bit at your lip as you quickened the pace of your hand. Glancing to the side of him you brought your free hand up to stroke Barry in time with Cisco. Both males’ hips began to buck into your touch and you watched their hands grip the contours of each other’s toned arms and shoulders. The hand in your hair tugged your head back forcing a sweet moan to echo the bedroom walls.

At the sound, Cisco broke the kiss and trailed his swollen lips along Barry’s neck in a flurry of sloppy kisses and love bites. The scarlet speedster’s eyes landed on you now, and he licked his lips slowly as his gaze lowered to your hand on Cisco. At first you were afraid he was upset at the contact but the gleam to his eyes told you otherwise. Soon his eyes were darting between your mouth and the other man’s length. Something told you this was ripped straight from his dream. Happily lowering yourself between them you wrapped your lips around Cisco, listening intently as he huffed out a hard sigh before gasping for the air back. Now Barry leaned down to his collar bone, peppering kisses along the skin there while you swirled your tongue against his shaft. Cisco audibly whined ya the stimulation and the hand in your hair brushed back to show your face. His lust blown pupils landed on your eyes and locked there while you bobbed your head, returning the oral affection he’d delivered just a bit ago. Barry saw your eyes glued to each other and was suddenly very aware of his lack of stimulation.

Moving at normal speed he rubbed his hands along your sides while positioning himself behind you on the bed. Placing his hands on your hips he sped you onto your elbows and knees, mouth still working Cisco but giving him much more room to play. You let your hands brace the raven haired meta’s hips as you curled your tongue to massage him with every bob of your head. Barry watched as Cisco’s eyes rolled back and he released a slow and strained groan. Finally he lined himself up with your entrance and waited until your lips sank back down on the other before thrusting into you. A moan reverberated from your lips to his sensitive skin and Cisco gripped your hair hard in his fist. Barry wasted no time setting a hard pace, very different than his usual slow lead up. Then again, nothing about tonight was how you usually did it. Beginning to match his thrusts onto Cisco his breathing started becoming more erratic, every other breath becoming a grunt or drawing in a gasp at how your tongue toyed with the sensitive nerve endings that were in your mouth.

Again you moaned around him and he shuddered, attempting to pull himself from your mouth. But you tasted the saltiness dripping from him and to his shock, brought a hand to his base holding him to your lips as you licked him clean, pressing him as far into your throat as you could to let him feel you swallow all the while your eyes never leaving his. With another twitch of his member in your mouth he was finished, panting for air as he watched Barry pull back from you, only to slam into you and graze your core. You cried out at the sudden force, arms buckling as you bent further for him. Cisco sat back for a moment simply taking in the sight of the two of you. He couldn’t decide where to look, Barry’s face or his body, or your contorting pleased expressions or your bouncing chest. Landing on the latter he groaned at the way they moved as Barry railed into you.

Snapping his eyes up he caught a snippet of the vibe he’d seen earlier and grinned, moving to brush against the other male’s side. You felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten momentarily before his thrusts slowed, and you whined a bit as he stopped completely. Turning to the two of them you sat up just slightly to catch their glances. “Remember this part..?” Cisco mused and Barry simply nodded enthusiastically. Another jolt of movement and you were up on your knees, but now your boyfriend sat beside you and his closest friend was laying down between your legs. You felt a twinge of nerves and spoke up softly. “Wh-What next..?” Both men smirked knowingly at you, before snapping their eyes back to each other and moving in almost perfect unison. Barry lined himself up with Cisco’s mouth while the man under you lined himself up with your still throbbing entrance. Together they thrusted, Cisco bucking his hips up into yours with a subtle roll. Barry’s eyes fell closed at his friends warm and inviting mouth and he propped a hand on your thigh to steady himself.

Quickly you took the hint and began grinding your hips as you bounced on top of Cisco. Feeling your walls around him made a groan vibrate against Barry in his mouth, and your boyfriend let out a shaky sigh. “Keep him moaning, baby.. it feels so good.” Barry’s words fueled you to ride Cisco harder, rolling your hips against his with every downward motion. Again he groaned and took even more of Barry into his mouth. One hand flew up to your hips and gripped the skin there harshly as you moved above him, and you could feel it bruising but didn’t care. Letting your hands fall to his warm chest, your nails curled into his skin in response as he hit your center with every buck of his hips to yours. Gasping slightly Cisco’s hips jerked up into you at the stinging of you scratching him. A loud moan left you at the feeling and Barry’s eyes popped back to watch your chest heave with your movements. “Don’t stop..” Barry groaned out with his eyes on you but the words were meant for the both of you. With a whine you locked your eyes on his, missing his hands on your skin now.

As if he knew, he reached a hand down you your clit buzzing his fingers against you rapidly. Immediately your legs clenched around Cisco and your inner walls matched, making a low groan bubble out around your boyfriend’s aching length. All three of you released harmonizing sounds of pleasure as the race to climax came closer to its end. Barry increased the speed of his vibrations and you lost it, mouth gaping open with a silent scream as your body shook. Your juices spilled over Cisco and he couldn’t hold it anymore. His length twitched as he released inside you with another long and drawn out groan. Finally Barry released a shaky breath as he came undone in Cisco’s mouth. Unlike you however he pulled his lips away, letting the mess hit the sheets around him rather than swallowing. Finally the room was still, all but quiet sans your collective panting. Sliding off of Cisco with a small sigh you fell to the bed between them both, your eyes closing as you simply laid there breathlessly. Barry hummed happily and wrapped an arm around your waist, nuzzling against you softly. Not wanting him to feel left out now, you opened an arm to Cisco and he nuzzled happily into you. Before you knew it, your body had relaxed against them and you drifted off to sleep.

Waking still naked to an empty bed, you stretched and yawned half sitting up. Looking around you saw no clothes on your floor, meaning the boys had cleared out before they woke you. Leaning over to the bedside table you saw a sticky note stuck to your phone. We’ll see you at work. Scribbled beneath the words were each of their signatures. Last night’s activities flooded your brain and you flopped back into bed with a hum leaving your lips. Finally rising from bed you opted for pulling on one of Barry’s old tattered tee shirts and a tight pair of jeans. The effort just wasn’t in you today. Your legs somehow still felt shaky as you entered the Cortex, noticing Caitlin and Harry but no signs of either boys. They both greeted you with waves, Caitlin smiling gently. “Someone’s glowing today.” She commented and made a blush rise to your cheeks. Not a moment later Barry sped into the room with a small gust of wind. He beamed down at you and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Cisco trailed in shortly after and smirked immediately upon sight of you. “Morning.” He settled into a chair between you and Caitlin. “How’d everyone sleep?” He mimicked the way he’d teased you yesterday but now you knew you could unravel him and yesterday’s nerves were long gone. “Like a rock.” You looked between the two boys once. “I was exhausted.” Barry lit up like a stoplight and Cisco simply leaned back smugly in his chair. Unaware and oblivious of the situation Caitlin stood and turned to everyone once in the doorway. “Anybody hungry? I’m gonna go grab food.” Watching the gleam in his eyes roam between you and Barry, Cisco grinned before he spoke. “Yeah, I could really go for a sandwich.” He sent a wink your way, Barry clearing his throat and you simply fighting off a fit of giggles. Something told you last night wouldn’t be a one-and-done scenario and you were more than happy about it.

[fattlestacks]

Complete Breakfast (Story Below the Cut)

Finally getting around to writing part 3 of this Alex with a broken leg story thing. Writer’s block plus mostly just not liking how the story was turning out are mostly to blame. But I’m gonna quit fiddling with it and finally just put it up as-is. Maybe you’ll like it? I dunno. XD

Shane, Alex, and Sebastian belong to the creators of Stardew Valley. Noah belongs to me.

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Alex woke up earlier than usual... he'd been sleeping later and later at home with nothing to do, but today the morning commotion of the farmhouse had roused him. He peered around the bedroom in a daze unsure for a moment where he was. “Can you see if there's more eggs in the coop?” He recognized Noah's voice drifting in from the kitchen and suddenly remembered.

He sat up and maneuvered to the edge of the bed, not an easy task with his heavy useless leg. He'd had the foresight to toss his jeans across the headboard the night before so he wouldn't have to hop across the room to retrieve them. He recalled his urgency to remove them before crawling into bed having eaten his weight in tacos at dinner. It seemed Noah had a habit of making enough food for ten people at every meal. Luckily Alex's jeans still fit... but barely...

As he hobbled down the hallway on his crutches, the sweet smell of breakfast surrounded him like a warm hug. Hashbrowns, eggs, sugary sweet maple syrup and butter. Alex hadn't felt hungry while he was getting dressed but now he could hear and feel his stomach rumbling. He rounded the corner to see Sebastian placing plates on the table. He looked up through his messy mop of dark hair only for a moment before his eyes darted back down to the dishes.

“Good morning!” Noah waved the wooden spoon he'd been using to stir a huge skillet of scrambled eggs. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Awesome... I love that stuff.” Alex had to stop himself from licking his lips like a hungry wolf.

Shane stepped through the front door of the farmhouse using the bottom of his shirt to carry a pile of eggs. Alex couldn't help but wonder how Shane was so comfortable with his massive gut being exposed to everyone. “The girls were busy this morning!” He said with a laugh. Noah stepped over with a bowl carefully transferring the eggs over.

“Alex, you can go ahead and take a seat on the couch if you'd like.” He said over his shoulder “We'll bring you over a plate so you won't have to stay on those crutches any longer than you have to.”

Alex turned toward the living room. He shifted slightly on his crutches, readjusting them under his armpits which were still a bit sore. Even after using them for a month, he hadn't quite gotten used to them but... at least his arms were getting a workout. He made his way over to the sofa (which was luckily not that far) and sat. He hadn't noticed while getting dressed how tight his old jeans had really gotten, but it was painfully obvious now that he was sitting down. He tugged at the waist as if they'd suddenly have some give but of course they didn't. He couldn't get up and change now without looking odd, so he decided he'd attempt to eat light at breakfast and change into his sweat shorts sometime afterward.

He waited patiently feeling a little like a spectator as he watched the occupants of the farmhouse from the sidelines. Noah carefully portioned out food with a smile, even from the next room Alex could tell he really had a passion for the meals he prepared. He watched as Sebastian took a seat at the table and Noah leaned forward and placed a plate in front of him. Before straightening back up, he took a moment to use the back of his hand to gently push Sebastian's hair to the side and they locked eyes. Sebastian was actually smiling... It was a subtle gesture, over in the blink of an eye and Alex suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.

Noah turned to Shane with two plates in hand “There's not enough space for all of us on the couch, so.. you think you can keep Alex company through breakfast?”

“Pff!” Shane said with a snort “Who do you think you're talking to? I practically live on the couch!”

Noah smirked and shoved his husband toward the living room, both of them laughing. Shane was still looking over his shoulder as he handed Alex a plate. The jock stared wide eyed at it as he felt the weight in his hands. 'I hope they don't get mad if I don't finish all of this...' He thought, though he had to admit the meal smelled so good... breakfast had always been his favorite.

“Oh!” Shane said as if he suddenly remembered something. He placed his plate down on the couch cushion and turned around. Alex glanced down at the plate and was surprised to see Shane's portion of food was even larger than his own.

“I guess... you're pretty serious about breakfast.” Alex remarked.

“Heh, yeah... it takes a lot to fill up the ol' bag these days...” Shane laughed while carrying an ottoman over to the front of the couch. He placed it down gently by Alex's leg and carefully lifted his cast up on top of it.

Alex felt his cheeks flush. He'd become so accustomed to being alone at his grandparents house he really didn't know how to respond to Shane's kindness. “Thanks.” he said quietly.

Shane just shrugged, picked up his plate and plopped down on the couch hard. Alex held onto his breakfast for dear life. “Oh...” Shane reached into his pocket and fished out the two forks he was carrying. “Dig in!”

Alex took his first bite of eggs. They tasted so fresh he couldn't believe it, the pancakes were divine. The fresh butter melted in his mouth...

“Noah's a pretty good cook.” Shane said through a mouthful of hashbrowns.

All thoughts of too tight jeans and having a light breakfast suddenly went out the window. Alex felt ravaged and started shoveling the food into his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a home cooked breakfast like this. He surprised himself when he realized moments later that he'd cleaned his plate. “Uhh...” he placed a hand on his stomach, the roundness of it surprising him. He could feel his jeans begging to be taken off before they burst off his body.

“Damn... you must've been hungry...” Shane remarked.

In a panic Alex attempted to pull his crutches over with one hand but they clattered to the floor. Noah stood up from the table and rushed over. “Sorry...” Alex said shamefully “I was just gonna... bring my plate to the sink.”

“That's okay, let me do it.” Noah said, putting the crutches upright once again. “Do you want some more?” He gestured with the empty plate.

“No, thanks though... it's really good but I'm stuffed.” Alex rubbed his belly which felt like it was sticking out further than it ever had in his life. He pulled his shirt down hoping no one could tell and wished he could unbutton his pants to relieve some of the pressure... but he had to remind himself that he wasn't at home.

“You're a good kid.” Noah said with a smile “You've got to remember to take it easy, okay?”

Both of the boys on the couch watched as Noah disappeared around the corner, the sound of dishes being placed in the sink a moment after. Alex leaned back into the couch, running his hand up and down on his distended stomach. His shirt was riding up again but he realized trying to keep it down was futile. He would've felt embarrassed if he'd been seated next to anyone but Shane. He couldn't help but think he'd understand. “I made such a pig out of myself...” he muttered. “I really can't wait to get this dumb cast off and get my abs back...”

“Ah, I remember those days...” Shane said as he stuffed another whole pancake into his mouth. “Waking up at 4:30 every morning... protein shakes...  jogging before the sun's up... I bet I spent half my life lifting weights back in my varsity days.”

Alex couldn't help but look at Shane's midsection which seemed to be expanding with every bite of food that passed his lips, his worn shirt barely containing the mass of fat beneath it. He had a hard time imagining a time when Shane might have been fit enough to play varsity gridball. “Do you... miss it?” Alex asked with a noticeable tone of hopefulness.

Shane pondered for a moment. “I guess sometimes... you should see how much I sweat just walking down to Marnie's ranch... can you imagine me trying to jog with this big thing?” He gave his ample belly a pat.

“Hey, once I'm out of this cast, maybe I could help you get back in shape!” Alex exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm.

Shane raised and eyebrow before letting out a laugh “Round is a shape! If there's one thing I love more than gridball it's food...” He took a moment to finish off the last bite from his plate “These days... I'd rather eat all day and hang out on the couch than work out... buh...”

“But Shane... c'mon... you can't seriously enjoy being this big...” Alex froze... he hadn't even realized he was reaching out until his hand made contact with Shane's bloated tummy and grabbed hold of the soft fat. Shane looked down just as Alex quickly wrenched his hand back.

Shane shrugged “It does get in the way every once in a while...” he leaned his head closer to Alex “But just between you and me, those two love it...” he gestured with his eyes toward the dining table.

“We can hear you talking about us, Shane.” Sebastian said, looking unamused. Noah covered the snicker escaping from his lips.

Alex leaned back into the couch with a heavy sigh. He was already starting to crash from all the carbs he'd ingested. He placed a hand on his mound of a belly. It certainly felt different than Shane's... smaller sure but not as soft. He still had enough muscle underneath that his hand didn't sink into it very far. As he rubbed the fabric of his shirt and watched his distended stomach rise and fall with his breath he wondered what Haley would think about his recent weight gain when she got back...

[hennessystevens-udaku]

Happy Anniversary, Mr. Stevens

Since Love day is coming up I figured I’d kick it off with a little anniversary fluff in which our favorite prince gets spoiled by moi.

September 3rd

“You sure you don’t want anything?” Erik asked in disbelief. Much like Bastion, Hennessy lived in a constant state of ‘I want’ so to hear her say that she didn’t want anything for their anniversary had the prince more than a little skeptical and slightly afraid.

“Baby are you sick?” he asked as he pressed his hand to her forehead. She laughed that infectious laugh before slapping his hand away.

“I’m fine baby. I’m serious, I don’t want anything. I’ve got more than enough, I just want to spend the day with my prince.”

“Okay,” he finally concedes. “You sure this isn’t a trick?” She laughed once again before slapping his chest.

“Boy go on somewhere. I hear baby Daka crying,” she says as she walked out of his bedroom, downstairs to Aly’Sha’s tattoo shop.

“Did he believe you?”

“Nope, but that’s to be expected. How’s his arsenal coming along?”

“It’s almost ready. The last of the guns will be delivered later on.”

“Perfect. I’m going to go fill everyone else in on what I’m doing. I’ll be back later.”

“Alrighty,” Aly’Sha said as she went back to the stencil she was drawing.

September 4th

Hennessy woke earlier than usual. She’d already informed the rest of the wives and Little Bee about her plan and all of them were eager to help her set everything in motion. She made the short trek to Josephine’s bedroom, not even having to knock before it opened.

“Henny!” Josie exclaimed from the other side of the room.

“Hi Josie. Did you and Kimora get what I asked for?”

“You must’ve forgotten who you was talking to. I snuck it in his arsenal last night. It shoots real good.”

“Of course you had to test it out.”

“Of course. Can’t have that nigga out here with defective weapons. We’re the only ones allowed to kill his dumb ass.” The two women laughed before Henny exited. It was time to wake up Ryley.

“Killa Daddy,” Ryley’s voice sang into the hallway.

“In my office Princess,” Erik answered, still searching for an anniversary gift for Hennessy. Though she insisted she didn’t want anything, he refused to show up empty handed. Ryley sauntered into the office in low cut Adidas shorts with a matching crop top, twirling a key around her finger.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” Erik asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe I am. Henny told me to give you this,” she responds as she presents the key to him.

“Yep, she’s tryna kill me,” he says as he takes the key.

“No she’s not. That’s Josie. Just go downstairs,” Ryley says pulling him up from his seated position. They both made the journey downstairs, Ryley bouncing like a kid in the candy store. When Aly’Sha and Henny revealed that they were redesigning the arsenal, she was ecstatic. When they got to the door, Erik noticed a small note on the door.

I may or may not have done a thing. You’re welcome.

-Hennessy 💋

With a shaky hand, Erik opened the door and his heart dropped.

“Gahdamn!” Ryley answered for him. All of his guns were in neatly placed in glass-enclosed cases with a few new toys thrown into the mix. The one that caught his attention was the gold chrome Versace AK-47. His stubby fingers stroked the barrel of the gun slowly, completely in awe of the weapon.

“You just nutted, didn’t you?” Ryley teased as she watched him.

“A little bit,” Erik admitted with a chuckle. “Where she at anyway?”

“She had some things to take care of at the lab, she said she’d be back later. Happy Anniversary.” With a kiss to his cheek, Ryley ventured back upstairs to Angel’s room, where she and Little Bee were working on his next gift.

September 5th - 11:15 am

“Erik, wake up baby,” Angel sang softly. He stirred with a grunt, pulling her body close to his. He rubbed his hands down her back and gently began palming her backside.

“Oh no sir. As much as I would love to be tangled in the sheets with you, we have somewhere to be. Now get dressed.” He pouted slightly, but lifted himself from the bed, heading to his bathroom for a shower. He emerged from his bedroom 30 minutes later and met Angel downstairs.

“The twins not coming?”

“No, Kristina agreed to look after them. I won’t be gone too long.” He nodded and followed her out to his G Wagon, where she climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Am I not coming back home?”

“Nope, but you’ll enjoy this trip, I promise.” Erik set back in the passenger seat, puzzled as to what his wives were up to. Angel drove until they reached the airfield on the other side of town.

“Why couldn’t I just have taken the Talon?”

“Will you stop asking questions and come on,” Angel fussed as she climbed from the truck. The two were greeted by an older gentleman with a thick southern twang.

“Mr. Udaku?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m James, I’ll be your personal pilot.”

“My what now?” Erik asked, finally taking notice of the large private jet behind the man. Angel smiled wide, enjoying the confusion of Erik’s face.

“Go inside, kumkani. That’ll explain everything. Have a safe trip and Happy Anniversary.” She kissed him deeply and watched as he boarded the jet. She had to give it to Henny. She really outdid herself with this one.

“Holy shit!” Erik exclaimed as he stepped inside the cabin. The inside of the cabin was white with brown accents, with a white Versace table in the middle. There was a mini bar in the right corner and a private suite in the back. Sitting neatly on the table was a black note card with gold lettering addressed to him. He opened it carefully, tears welling up in his eyes as he read.

Happy Anniversary, My Prince. You’ve showered me with unconditional love and affection for the last 10 years, and now it’s my time to return the favor. Sit back, relax, and enjoy your vacation. I have so much more in store for you when you land.

-Hennessy 💋

He covered his mouth with his fist in an attempt to mask his wide grin.

“You’ve got yourself one hell of a woman, Mr. Udaku.”

“I know, and I love her to death.” The men shared a smile before James walked back to the cockpit.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Stevens. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us.” Erik nodded, settling in the master suite. Out of all the things they both had done for one another, this was turning out to be one of the most extravagant.

13 Hours Later

Erik had been awake for the last two hours. He and James had hit a bit of turbulence somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, but everything was all clear now. He watched from the window as the city lights danced beneath them. He’d always loved Venice, partially why he chose to marry Hennessy there. The plane lands at Venice Marco Polo Airport and Erik is stunned when his 5th, 7th, and last wives are on the tarmac to greet him.

“Charlie, Homie, Bast, what y’all doing in Venice?”

“Well I’m working, and since these two hardly ever leave the states, I figured I’d bring them along,” Bastion explained after greeting him with a chaste kiss.

“And y’all just so happen to be here at the exact moment that I land?”

“That little detail may have been the First Lady’s idea,” Homie answered, a sly smile plastered on her face.

“These are for you,” Charlie says handing over a set of keys and a note.

“So is this,” Homie says handing over a black velvet box with his initials.

“And this,” Bastion chimes in, handing over a smaller black velvet box. The three women then lead him to where the rental vehicles are kept and stop in front of a gold chrome out Rolls Royce. Erik was speechless.

“Pretty ain’t she?” Charlie asks.

“Beautiful,” Erik answers, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Well we’ll leave you to enjoy your vacation. Happy Anniversary Daddy Boo,” Bastion says with a final kiss to his cheek.

“The GPS is already programmed to where you need to go. Happy Anniversary, Daka,” Homie says, climbing into the car next to Bast.

“That little midget really loves you. Happy Anniversary,” Charlie says. Once the trio sped away, Erik opens the note.

Two surprises down, one to go. So what do you get the man that has everything? Something that’ll make his heart stop. I remember when we first met, you told me your dream car was a chromed out Rolls Royce. Hope I was able to make your dream come true. See you soon. -Hennessy 💋

“You really tryna make me cry, huh Shy?” he asked aloud as he started the car. He places the boxes on the passenger seat and let the GPS to lead him to a lavish Italian villa, decked out much like The Kompound back in the states. He grabbed the boxes from the passenger seat and used the second key on the keyring to unlock the door. He marveled at the sights before him before making his way upstairs. The master bedroom was black and gold, a huge California King bed completing the space. He swan dived in the middle of the bed, landing on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, silently asking Bast what he ever did to deserve such loving wives that would go through so much to make him feel special. Mid reflection, his phone rang in his pocket, Hennessy’s round face popping up on the screen.

“You think you slick,” he called into the receiver upon answering.

“Whatever do you mean, dear Prince?” she asks, feigning ignorance.

“All this for me, babygirl?”

“All this for you, Daddy.”

“And when will I get to see you?”

“Tomorrow. Now get some sleep, you’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

“Yes ma’am. I love you,” he says with a yawn, the jetlag finally catching up to him.

“I love you too.”

September 6th

Erik woke with a grunt, the smell of maple syrup and bacon invading his nostrils. He quickly showered before venturing downstairs.

“Buon giorno, Signor Udaku,” the small woman called from the stove. “I’m Sofia, your personal chef. The Princess has left this note for you, along with the two velvet boxes that you did not open last night. After breakfast, you are to follow the directions laid out in the note. Felice Anniversario.” She smiled sweetly before handing him his plate and the note. He touched the velvet boxes, choosing to open the smaller one first. He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid to find a diamond Patek Philippe Nautilus watch.

“That little fucker does listen to a nigga,” he said with a chuckle as he fitted the watch to his wrist. He took a bite of bacon before moving on the the bigger box. He smiled wide, as he removed the Cuban link chain from the box and fitted it around his neck. He finished his breakfast before heading out to the car, the last note tucked safely in his pocket. Once in the car he pulled out the final note and read it, anxious to know what his favorite midget had in store for him today.

3,650 days, 87,600 hours, 5,256,000 minutes together and you still take my breath away. The car’s GPS is already programmed to find me and I can’t wait to see your face once you see you last gift. I love you past the moon.

Hennessy 💋

He pressed a few keys on the car’s GPS and began his journey. He drove until he reached Rimessaggio Fusina, one of the most prestigious yacht clubs in Italy.

“Prince Udaku!” the stumpy Italian man greeted him with a smile.

“That’s what they call me,” Erik responded with a chuckle, looking around at the vast array of boats before him.

“Don’t worry yourself with those. Yours is right this way,” the round man says with a smile.

“Mine?” Erik asked, unable to mask his confusion.

“Si, Signor.”

The two men walked until they stopped in front of a golden super yacht. At the sound of his voice, the Princess walked out onto the deck.

“Ain’t no way,” he said.

“Oh yeah, Daddy. This is all yours. Happy Anniversary.” A few tears fell down his cheeks as he watched her.

“Aww, the beast is crying. Mission accomplished,” she said with a chuckle. He climbed the flight of stairs two at a time until her reached her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.

“I love you, Princess,”

“I love you too, Daka. Happy Anniversary, baby.”

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[wenlite]

[Fan account] 190218 Red Velvet Toronto airport arrival and 190219 RedMare concert

This is probably the most unforgettable experience I’ve had since discovering K-pop and just getting close to them at the airport still feels surreal. I would probably never move on from the emotional concert and seeing how five of them genuinely cherish each other truly makes my heart full. I love Red Velvet, all five of them.

Photo by potvinr. Loves of my life.

Airport Arrival

Airport arrivals are always a guessing game until fansites update previews and give information on their departure. So if you’re planning to welcome them in your city if ever they visit, it’s wise to wait for fansite previews first before going to the airport and save yourself from long waiting hours.

I wasn’t wise enough and was too excited to see Red Velvet, especially Wendy back in her hometown. I arrived at the airport ten minutes before 1 PM, by this time we were still unsure of which terminal they will land (Toronto airport has three terminals) but decided to wait at terminal one. I joined a small group of Luvies (around seven people), some of them were there as early as 8 AM. As the hours passed, more Luvies joined us with more details on their arrival. We spotted fansites as well and Red Velvet’s security staff and were relieved we were in the right terminal. As their arrival inched closer, everyone got nervous and anxious and my response to this was checking the boards every few minutes and peeking at the security staff to get a clue to where the girls are moving. At one point the security approached us and counted our gifts and asked if it was for the artist and we excitedly said yes. They were really polite in giving us instructions and telling us that the girls might not accept them.

Warm welcome

As soon as the sliding doors opened and gave us a peek of Irene, I could hear screams coming from the waiting area in front of the doors. I was on the right hand side of the ramp readying my camera to record. I press the record button, however, as the girls move down the ramp closer to us, chaos started. They were swarmed quickly and excited fans call out their names and try giving them gifts. It was difficult to get a stable shot but I was happy to get a few decent clips of Wendy. She was such a sweetheart and smiled at everyone calling her.

The girls were out the airport doors and in their van in under five minutes. We see them off while shouting “Welcome home Wendy!” and try to recover from seeing “Real Visuals” up close.

A “moment” with Wendy

Seeing how the girls in fancams swiftly exited the arrival areas in other airports, I decided not to get gifts for them and only record their arrival. However, one of my friends asked if I could give her letter to Wendy as she had her hands full and was going to take pictures. I honestly doubted she would accept it but was determined to try.

I was very fortunate amidst the chaos, to be at the right place at the right time and have an opportunity in between recording and getting bumped by other fans, to stretch out my hand and call Wendy. The situation was already as hectic as it is so I tried to calmly call her and quietly reach out and wait if she’ll accept the letter. It felt like there was a moment of silence when I called out her name and she looked at me for a second probably deciding whether to take the letter. While staring at Wendy, mesmerized, arm stretched, I saw her hand move and felt a tug at the letter. It happened so fast (although it felt like forever for me) and I was over the moon to be able to get close to her, close enough that she accepted the letter.

Concert day!

Being a follower of SM girl groups because I prefer their concepts and music, I would say that Red Velvet is the most talented group I have seen so far. Red Velvet’s discography, vocals, concepts, choreography, and the group itself are succinctly and carefully put together making them so interesting to watch and listen to. Anticipating their comebacks is a special experience as well because you’re never quite sure what they will do next, e.g., changing concepts from “Bad Boy” to its stark opposite “Power Up”, these talented girls incredibly pull off anything. In addition, Wendy’s live vocal prowess and iconic “Shine on me” bridge is an experience everyone should not miss.

As soon as SM announced the Toronto concert, I know I would do anything to see them live again.

Despite a few bumps, I was happy to get floor seating and arrived at Coca-cola coliseum around 4 PM. Doors were scheduled to open at 6:30 PM and fans lined up outside at -4 degrees Celsius weather, running off to fansites to buy goods or grab a free banner. My friend (a fellow Wendy stan I met at the airport) and I met Maple Syrup at the airport the day before so we used the advantage of knowing what she looks like to line up in front of her even before she revealed her location (it was kind of funny how excited we were). As the organizer wasn’t very strict about fansites selling, the masters freely displayed banners and sold goods near the line up later on.

Inside the venue

Waiting yet for another set of doors to open but hey, look at this cute Wendy fan from Maple Syrup.

From the 12th row.

Hawk-eyed Luvies notice lights and people from the balcony. Turns out the Goddesses were above us doing interviews. They waved to the crowd before disappearing.

Performances

When “Something Kind of Crazy” plays, you know you should ready your light stick and emotions because perfection is about to start.

As the lights dim, the crowd burst into cheers and settle down when the VCR started playing. The concert kicked off with the playful “Russian Roulette” with the girls wearing cute girl scout outfits.

Fanchants always come with title songs and as I tried my best doing them, I noticed that I was the only one in my row screaming words in sync with the performance. This was definitely different from the Red Room concert in Japan wherein the crowd was one in chanting and moving their light sticks. The Toronto crowd cheered on the girls in their own enthusiastic way and had them  smiling and feeling warmly welcomed.

Irene was really funny during their introduction and made a cute mistake of welcoming everyone to “Redmare in USA”, she immediately corrected herself with a high pitched “Canada!...Canada...”.

The cutest part of the show followed when the girls wore animal outfits and performed “Mr. E.”, “Happiness”, “Hit that Drum”, and “Zoo”. Wendy was so adorable with the white puppy dress and ears. The most anticipated bridge in “Happiness” was also in this portion of the show and as soon as Wendy raised her hands and belted “Shine on me! Let it shine on me!”, the crowd made the loudest screams for the main vocalist.

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Several songs in and the girls remain stable in singing and tight in their choreography. Red Velvet are talented live performers.

Another costume change and the girls appear in overly ruffled dresses with huge hearts in front. During the ment section, Yeri asks, as she follows the script, “Could you tell us what is famous in Toronto?”. Everyone yells “Wendy!”, making her smile and embarrassed.

The dark half of the show started with a remix of “Ice Cream Cake” and a few of the floor audience rushed onto the aisles to get a closer look. The fan favourite “Bad Boy” followed and the audience sang along, echoing the song throughout the coliseum.

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This, for me, is the best part of the concert, showcasing the versatility of the group with the RnB track “Bad Boy” which the girls impressively sang live in English. Followed by “Peek-a-boo”, a song with faster beat and choreo, ending with my current favourite “Really Bad Boy” that has quite a complex choreography, yet the girls pull off effortlessly.

“Everyone I love is here.”

Days or even weeks before Red Velvet arrived in Toronto, Reveluvs have been anticipating an emotional night in Coca-cola coliseum. Knowing how Wendy always expressed desire to go home to her family in Canada, fans were elated she is finally having a chance to be home after long seven years.

This was really a precious moment between the members, Luvies, Wendy’s family and friends. I am so proud of her and thankful to everyone who made February 19th, 2019 a very special night.

Thank you to Wonders Never Cease for capturing this moment in full. Joy is really admirable in baring her emotions in front of Wendy’s friends and family and the audience. Honesty and vulnerability are truly her strengths. 

Moments like these are moments I will never forget and I’m happy I was part of it.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies: chapter 6

THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER ITS ALSO THE LONGEST YEEEEEEEEET

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ship: platonic ralbert, eventual space, implied spromeo, implied finch and buttons

word count: 5778

warnings: race being race

editing: of course

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Despite falling asleep at 5:30 am, Race was up early(ish) the next morning, dancing around his kitchen in his pajamas to the classic Taylor Swift album Fearless, and making his signature banana pancakes. He actually wasn’t sure how he still had this much energy - researching Sean and convincing Albert to sleep had been very tiresome - but maybe it had something to do with the three cups of coffee he’d already drank.

Speaking of Albert, race glanced at the clock. It was almost 11 and jack would be there in a couple of hours to go over the plan, he should go wake him up. Race wiped his hands on the dish towel he had thrown over his shoulder before throwing it down on the counter next to the bowl of pancake batter and headed down the hall to his room where Albert was still asleep.

Usually, Albert would be sleeping in his own room, but his nightmares had been so bad recently that he had ended up in Races room the last two nights. Race didn’t mind, obviously. Albert was the only person left that he considered family - although jack was beginning to worm his way into his heart as a younger brother - and race was more than happy to help him in any way possible, even if that meant sharing a bed a few nights a month.

Race creaked open the door quietly and smiled when he saw Albert sprawled across the bed, chest rising and falling with even, peaceful breaths. Race almost hated to wake him, but he knew how prepared Albert liked to be before a mission.

“Albie…” race sat down on the top corner of the bed, close to Albert’s head, and began to trace his fingers through his hair. Sometimes, he would wake Albert up in obnoxious ways, usually by dumping water on his head or jumping on him or blasting an air horn, but he had the feeling Albert would not appreciate that very much today.

“Mmmmm,” Albert groaned, shifting slightly and leaning into Races touch.

“Albie you have to wake up.” Race continued to card his fingers through Albert’s hair, praying that it wouldn’t put him back to sleep. His mom had used this tactic to wake him up whe-

Race shook his head, willing the unwanted memory to leave and slowing his hand in his friends hair. He hadn’t thought about his mom in years. Why now? Why today, of all-

“Raceyyyy,” Albert whined, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Why’d you stop? That felt nice.”

“I know it felt nice,” race placed his hand on the bed. “Please get up, we have to go meet Sean in a couple of hours.”

“Don’t wanna.” Albert rolled over so he was facing away from race. “I wanna sleep.”

Race rolled his eyes before flopping on the bed behind his friend. “Pleeeeeeease,” he whispered into his ear. “I’m making pancakes.”

Finally, finally, Albert cracked open his eyes. “Banana?”

“Is there any other flavor?” Race hopped up off the bed. “I’m expecting you out here in 5 minutes to guess my pancake shapes!” He announced before exiting the bedroom. Based on the clunks and banging he heard, race suspected that the call of food was too much to keep his friend asleep.

Race cranked up the Taylor Swift and powered up the stove. In no time he had a batch of questionably shaped pancakes on the griddle and was improving to Love Story. He had just landed a quad pirouette between flipping pancakes when Albert walked in, wearing black jeans and a royal blue long sleeve shirt, hair still damp from his shower.

“Hey ba-” be paused, coughing, “buddy,” Albert said, hopping up into the counter.

“Hey yourself,” Race said, turning down the music a little - Albert hated Taylor Swift with a burning passion - and flipped another pancake. “What shapes do you think we got today?”

“Hmmm,” Albert leaned over to look at the sizzling pancakes. Race always made his pancakes in fun shapes using his special technique - blob some batter on the griddle and hope for the best. Albert’s job was to figure out what Races pancake blobs looked like. “That one is definitely a duck.”

“Really?” Race cocked his head and squinted. “I think it looks like a pink peep.”

“A pink peep?” Albert screwed up his face as he stared at his friend in disbelief. “Race, it’s a beige pancake, it can’t look like a pink peep.”

“Eh, tomatoe tomato.” Race turned back to his pancakes, missing Albert’s fantastic eye roll. “What do you think Sean is going to be like?”

“I think he’s going to be a tough gangster who’s going to beat your ass if you’re not carefu- ah!” Albert yelped as race pulled him off the counter, twirled and dipped him dramatically.

“Maybe so,” Race whispered seductively. “But I’ll just whip his ass on the dance floor.”

Race smirked at the annoyed face Albert put on as he set him gently back on the floor. The dip was a good move, he was going to have to remember that the next time he ran into someone hot.

“Race, I’m not sure that’s how it works.”

“Albie, how many times have I told you that dancing is always the answer?” Race turned off the stove and threw his spatula in the sink. Albert chose to ignore Race’s comment. “Grab some plates so we can eat? I’m going to go change.”

“Don’t take forever! I’m hungry!”

Race shot Albert a wink and some unironic finger guns as he slid down the hall in his socks to his room. Luckily for Albert’s lack of patience, Race has been a dancer his entire life and could change relatively quickly when he wanted to. Within a few minutes he was seated at the table, wearing a pair of cuffed maroon pants, a white long sleeve and white high top converse, blonde hair freshly fluffed.

“Why are you actually dressed nicely?” Albert asked as he dumped an unhealthy amount of maple syrup on his pancakes, glancing up to give his friend a once over. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere fancy.”

“Maybe not, but we are meeting Sean, and we’re going to have to work with him for the foreseeable future, so I’d like to make a good first impression.” Race stared at his pancake - definitely horse shaped - for a moment before cutting into it.

Albert set down his fork, staring at Race in disbelief. “He’s a criminal.”

“He’s also a human!” Race declared. “Where do you think criminals come from? Space?”

“No but-”

“Exactly.” Race took a bite of pancake, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he chewed thoughtfully. “Therefore, I am entitled to make a good first impression. After that I can go back to wearing oversized sweatshirts and jeans if it would please you.”

Albert opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the apartment buzzer going off in Morse code. The two listened to the brief message before Albert and race yelled in unison: “Hey yourself, idiot!”

There was fumbling and a few muttered curse words before the door opened and jack strode in, wearing one of his signature band T-shirts - this one advertising fall out boy - black jeans and his paint splattered vans.

“Jack, how to you always manage to show up as soon as there’s food?” Race noted as he got up to get jack a plate of pancakes. Race had grown up in a family of 9 people and try as he might, he could not figure out how to make food for only two people - even five years after he left his family - so there were always tons of leftovers.

“How do you two always manage to not respond to my entrance message in Morse code?” Jack countered, digging in to the stack of pancakes Race had deposited in front of him.

Race and Albert shared a look. He did have a point.

“So, is this thing still on?” Jack asked, mouth full of pancake. “Or is race ditching us to go on a date?” He waved his fork in Races general direction.

Albert gave Race a pointed stare. “You know what, I’m glad you asked jack. Race here thinks he needs to give Sean a good first impression.”

“A what now?” Jack looked at Race quizzically.

“A good first impression. You’ve heard of that, haven’t you jack?” Race felt like banging his head into a wall. “Where you get dressed up and pretend to be nice only to reveal that you have terrible fashion sense and a bitchy attitude later on?”

“I know what a good first impression is, race” jack sighed. “I’m young, I ain’t stupid. But I don’t understand why you need to make a good first impression on a gang member.”

“My point exactly.” Albert smirked at Race. “I’ve raised you well, jack.”

Race sighed. If there was one thing he had learned it was that if you can’t beat them, annoy the crap out of them and try again. “Fine guys, if it bothers you so much, I’ll go change.” He placed his fork neatly on his plate, pushed his chair in gently and walked calmly toward his room where he rummaged around in one of the many still unpacked cardboard boxes.

“He’s not changing is he?” He heard jack ask Albert from the kitchen.

Albert said nothing in response and race could almost see him closing his eyes in defeat. Finally he found what he was looking for and ran back toward the kitchen.

“Oh, young jack, I don’t give up that easily.” Race sauntered into the kitchen and draped himself against the wall dramatically. He was now wearing a brown fedora style hat with a feather on it, several rings, and a gold hoop earring in his cartilage piercing. “Who’s making a good first impression now?” He mocked, quirking his eyebrow and flipping his friends off.

Albert all but slammed his head into the table. “This is going to be a long day.”

•••

Race passed out the coms units to Albert and jack as he reviewed the plan one final time. “Okay, so, me and Albert are going to meet Sean inside. Jack is going to be sitting here in the van watching us and the surrounding area through the cameras that he’s hacked in to. We get as much information out of Sean as possible. And for the love of French fries, only use your code names.”

Albert gave him a mock salute and jack merely nodded, he wasn’t thrilled about being stuck on van duty - again - but they couldn’t risk jack saying something he shouldn’t.

“Let’s go kick some gangster butt,” Albert said as he opened the door of the van.

“No butt kicking yet,” race reminded him as he shut the door behind them, giving jack a tiny wave. “First we make nice and steal information out of him. Then we kick his butt.”

“See, there’s a reason you’re always good cop.” Albert pulled open the door to the coffee shop and made a dramatic after you gesture. “Ladies first,” he winked.

Race stuck his tongue out playfully and entered the shop’s entry hallway. Albert had chosen this location strategically. The Bean House was owned by an ex FBI agent and it’s employees were field agents who were waiting for their next case or needed a cover story. Albert and jack were going to start working there tomorrow. Race would have been joining them, but he couldn’t operate the fancy coffee machine to save his life and the last time he had worked there he’d started a flood in the kitchen. So the FBI had pulled some strings and gotten him a gig guest teaching at one of the downtown Manhattan dance studios. He was very excited. But, meeting a gang member at this coffee shop ensured that, if needed, they had an entire staff of highly trained field agents ready on standby.

“Race wait,” Albert called out suddenly, grabbing his shoulder before he could enter the shop. Race turned, looking at him expectantly. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “What if something goes wrong?”

“Nothing’s gonna go wrong, Albie.” Race smirked. “It’s just a meeting, and all of our friends are here to back us up if we need them.”

“But-”

“Oh come on, we’ll be fine,” race dragged Albert by the hand as they stepped from the hallway into the shop. “Besides, I think romeos working today and I haven’t seen him since that horse gang in Indiana 3 years ago.”

Right on cue, an excited yell pierced the air. “RACETRACK HIGGINS!” Race let go of Albert’s hand and ran toward the counter.

“ROMEO! MY LOVE!” Romeo came out from behind the counter to greet his friend as race tackled him in a hug.

“O race,” Romeo said, pulling away. “I hath missed thee.”

Race laughed, ruffling his friends hair, too excited to speak back in their standard shakespearean. “Missed you too, you idiot.”

“Hey stop that!” Romeo yanked Races hand out of his hair. “I spent 15 minutes styling this mess this morning to impress the ladies!”

Race snorted. Romeo was a bigger flirt than he was, the only difference being he actually had a boyfriend.

“Speaking of impressing people,” Romeo stepped back to look at Race. “Who are you so dressed up for?”

“He’s trying to make a good impression on the gang member we’re meeting,” Albert sighed, staring at his friend disapprovingly as he made his way over.

“Albo!” Romeo clapped Albert on the back. “Good to see you bro!”

“How’ve you been, Ro?” Albert turned to race. “By the way, you forgot these.” He held out Races pair of gold rimmed glasses that doubled as a secret camera.

“Thanks, bro,” Race said, taking the glasses.

“Wait, you guys got the YMONY case?” Romeo walked back behind the counter. “Specs has his eye on that one, but I’m kinda glad we didn’t get it cause it seems next to impossible.”

“We think Jacobs gave it to us to try and get us kicked out,” Race said.

“Oh my god, is he still mad at you about the weapons lab thing?” Romeo had still been in training when that particular event had happened, but everyone knew the story.

“We don’t exactly have a reason to think otherwise,” Albert said. “We’ve got our first meeting with him tomorrow, so we’ll see.”

Before Romeo could respond, Medda Larkin, better known to everyone as Miss Medda after her most legendary case where she went undercover as a member of the British Royal Family (some of the boys also called her mom), blew in from the back room. “Race and Albert! Boy it’s been a while since I’ve seen you two, where have you been keeping yourselves?”

“Never too far from you, Miss Medda,” Race said, giving her a hug. “But at the same time, kinda far because I’m pretty sure your kitchen has a restraining order on me.”

“That restraining order just means you can’t set foot in the kitchen, you’re still more than welcome to stop by the shop anytime you’d like, hun.” She turned to Albert. “And you! I hear you’re coming to work for me!”

“So it seems,” Albert said, accepting Medda’s hug.

“Do you still play that guitar of yours, cause I was thinking that maybe you could play for the customers a few nights a week.” Medda raised her eyebrows at Albert.

Albert had found an old guitar at a thrift store when they were younger and taught himself how to play. He had gotten quite good, but never really performed for anyone, save race, his bedroom wall, and occasionally Jack. Race wasn’t actually sure how Medda knew that Albert played, but then again, Medda knew everything.

“Albert would love to play at the shop,” Race butted in before Albert could say no, throwing his arm around his friends shoulders. Albert shot him a look of annoyance, but said nothing. He knew that arguing with race was never a good idea.

“Fantastic!” Medda clapped her hands together in excitement.

“Dude, you’re working here?” Romeo asked, lightly punching Albert on the shoulder. “That’s gonna be so fun!”

“Yeah,” Albert said, “me and jack, Race has a gig teaching dance somewhere.”

“Who’s jack?” Romeo asked.

“Just a guy we were put in charge of training,” Race said. “He’s really fun, hacks everything and can paint really well.”

“Well I am delighted to meet this jack of yours, maybe he can paint a mural for me on that wall over there, I’ve been wanting to spice it up a little,” Medda pointed to the side wall of the coffee shop. Suddenly, there was a yell from the kitchen. “I have to go, hopefully Specs and Buttons haven’t flooded my kitchen,” she shot Race a look.

“Sorry Miss Medda, it would appear I’m a bad luck charm for your poor kitchen” race called after her.

“Tell Specs and buttons we said hi!” Albert said, and Medda nodded.

“So you guys have an apprentice?” Romeo asked. “Who put you in charge of that? You guys are like the least responsible people ever.”

“We’re not that bad,” race mumbled, digging around in his pocket. “And speaking of jack, he’s gonna be pissed I haven’t turned on my comms yet.” Race shoved the device into his ear. “Vincent? Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, rapunzel,” jack said. “Although I would appreciate it if you didn’t forget about me, elbow had his comms in the second you left the van.”

“Yeah yeah sorry about that,” race sighed. Then he turned to Romeo. “Hey, Rome, would you mind being our backup incase something goes wrong?”

Romeo’s lips spread into a devilish grin. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Good,” Race plopped a comms unit into his hand. “My code name is still rapunzel, Albert’s is elbow - don’t ask - and jacks is Vincent. Are you still-”

“Nicholas, yup,” Romeo said, cutting him off. “Like Nicholas sparks.”

“You got all that, Vincent?” Albert addressed jack.

“Mmhm, hey Nicholas,” jack responded. “Also, it’s coming up on three, you guys should get ready.”

“Roger that,” Race said.

“What’s this guys name?” Romeo asked.

“Sean Conlon. He’s in YMONY,” Albert responded.

“Damn so what if he goes like full gangster and pulls a gun on you?” Romeo was always prone to drama.

“That my friend,” Race said, clapping Romeo on the back. “Is where you step in.”

“Right, right,” Romeo smirked. “Go have a seat where I can see you, and try not to get killed.”

Race flipped him off as he and Albert weeded their way through the tables to one a few feet away from the counter where Romeo was going to be working. The two of them pretended to leaf through the menu for a few minutes before the bell above the door clanged.

“Rapunzel, Elbow, I think that might be your guy,” Romeo said.

Race looked up at the door and saw the backside of a short figure with brown hair and a sweatshirt on.

“Physical description?” Jack asked.

“Short, maybe 5’ 2’’, medium brown hair, jeans, gray sweatshirt, athletic build,” Romeo replied.

Albert caught the guys eye and waved him over.

“Are you the FBI people?” Man, that guy had a thick Brooklyn accent, but it sounded familiar, where had he head that before? Race looked up from his menu and gasped. “You?”

The man - Sean, apparently - was looking at Race in equal amounts of disbelief. This was the guy that Race has run into on the street the other night when they had been going to the diner. Thankfully, he looked a lot better - Albert had probably been right, there was someone at home to clean him up - but he was still sporting a black eye, bruised jaw line and temple and there were white bandages encasing his right hand. Aside from the visible injuries, Sean was, to put it quite simply, hot. He had dark tan skin and messy brown hair and gorgeous warm brown eyes that looked like pools of melted chocolate and despite his tough exterior, race thought that he looked adorable and comfy in his oversized gray pull over sweatshirt. Race could hear voices in his comms, probably Romeo and jack asking what had happened, but he chose to ignore them, instead deciding to try and subtly get lost in Sean’s eyes.

“Bow tie boy,” Sean said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “You clean up nice.”

Race felt a blush creeping onto his face and he shot a sideways glance at Albert saying see I told you it’s important to make a good first impression, but he wasn’t paying attention.

“Wait,” Albert said, narrowing his eyes. “You two know each other?”

“Why am I not surprised?” Race heard Romeo say. “Race has always been one to befriend criminals.”

“Shut up, Nicholas,” jack said in Races ear, saying the words he couldn't. “And rapunzel, for the love of Shawn spencer, turn on your freaking eyeglass cam!!!”

Race removed his glasses, pretending to clean them, but secretly switching on the camera. “Sean and I-”

“It’s spot,” apparently spot said. “If I’m going to work with you, you will call me spot.”

“Fine. Spot and I,” race amended. “Ran into each other on the street the other night when we were walking to that diner.”

Race saw the realization click in Albert’s eyes but didn’t push the subject further because he could tell it was upsetting Spot.

“Well, Spot, it’s nice to meet you,” Albert said. “I’m Elbow, and this is my partner Rapunzel.”

“What the hell kind of names are those?” Spot asked, raising his eyebrows and making a face of disgust.

“Code names,” Albert said defensively, leaning forward on his elbows. “We can’t tell you our real ones for safety purposes.” Spot rolled his eyes dramatically. “Speaking of safety purposes, I’m going to have to pat you down for weapons.” Albert stood up and walked around the table to spot.

Over the comms, Romeo snorted. “Just when you thought Elbow couldn’t get any better at bad cop.”

“Shut up, Nick.”

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doin there hot shot?” Spot threw up his hands in surrender. “I don’t got nothin on me.”

“Well then this shouldn’t be a problem.”

Race couldn’t help but smirk as Albert began to pat Spot down. He loved watching Albert play bad cop, it was more entertaining than any tv show. And it didn’t hurt that Spot looked extra cute when he was flustered. Wait- did he just say Spot was cute? Well, he was. Especially now, when Albert was searching him for weapons and he managed to look equal parts annoyed and still manage to be attractive. Maybe it was a good thing he had dressed up this morning…

“See, I knew you were hiding something.” Albert flung a pocket knife into the table, looking very smug with himself. Spot just looked even more pissed of. “At least you didn’t have a recorder on you.”

“You know there’s a thing called voice memos on a phone, right?” Spot sighed.

“Yeah,” Albert smirked, holding up what race assumed was spots phone. “I know.”

“What?! How did you?!” Spot lunged across the table reaching for his phone.

Albert avoided Spots hand and tucked the device neatly into the inside pocket of his jacket, right next to one of his two guns - the other being strapped to his ankle. Race subconsciously patted his own gun, which he kept in his “lassie holster” as Albert had dubbed it.

“I’m not sure, it’s almost like I’m good at my job,” Albert winked.

“Go Elbow!!” Romeo whispered.

“Nicholas, I swear to all things hacking and or acrylic paints if you don’t shut up I will march in there and dump every fancy flavor of iced coffee that happens to be on sale on your head.”

“Fine.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Elmer,” Spot sighed, mostly under his breath. “Listen, I’ll talk to you guys, or whatever, just this once. That’s it, but on one condition.”

“Which might beeeee…….?” Race crossed his fingers under the table, hoping it was a kiss from yours truly.

“I get coffee first,” Spot said, picking up the menu and flipping through it.

Race and Albert shared a look. They’d dealt with more difficult people before, this should be a piece of cake. “Works for me,” Race said. “I’m past due for a fourth cup of joe.”

“Rapunzel,” jack said, through his earpiece. “On behalf of Elbow, who I can see is glaring at you right now, and the entire population of New York City, I beg of you, please don’t order another cup of coffee.”

Race chose to ignore jack and waved Romeo over so they could order.

“Helllllllloooooooo there gentlemen,” Romeo said, batting his eyelashes. “My name is, er, Nicholas, welcome to the bean house! What can I get for you on this fine November day?”

Spot, very wisely, ignored Romeos act. “I’d like a large, full strength black coffee with four shots of espresso and a side of you making these idiots,” he gestured to Albert and race, “leave.”

“Oooo, burn,” jack whispered unhelpfully.

“I’m not sure what I can do about the second part, but I’ll have your coffee out in a minute.” Romeo turned to race and Albert. “And for you two dashing fellows?”

Albert rolled his eyes. “I’ll have a medium hot chocolate, extra whipped cream.”

“And I’ll have a ⅔ caff, triple ristretto, affogato large, with two pumps mango, one pump classic, 2% milk, mango to the second line, 3 scoops protein, 3 scoops berries, 2 scoops matcha, with banana, double blended, with whipped cream, caramel sauce, salted caramel topping, vanilla bean frappuccino.” Race snapped his menu shut, savoring the look on romeos face as he tried to scribble down Races order.

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that,” Romeo scurried back behind the counter and out of earshot where he was able to curse out race in every colorful way he could imagine.

“Damn, kid,” spot said, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves. Race could see several tattoos peeking out from under his bandage. From his angle they looked like colorful squares and on the inside of his forearm there was what race could only assume to be the Brooklyn bridge. How typical of him. “Is that even coffee?”

“Yup,” race smirked back at him.

“So, Spot,” Albert said, eager to shift the conversation away from Races strange coffee addiction, “working for, well, you know, is that your only occupation?”

“No,” spot said. “Me and my buddy Elmer co own a tattoo place near the bridge.”

Ah, that would explain the tattoos, Race thought. But- “Aren’t tattoo artists usually, like, covered in ink?” Race asked.

Spot gave him a sly smile. “Sometimes, but all of mine have meaning, and meaningful tattoos aren’t the kind that you can just plop on your body for no apparent reason.”

Race supposed that made sense. He personally did not have any tattoos, although the always thought it would be cool to get one. Maybe Spot could - no racer are you insane? This guy is here to give you information, that’s it, no strings attached.

Race tuned back into the conversation just as Spot was rattling off what race assumed was either his home address or the address of the tattoo place - maybe both? Albert was writing down all of the information into his phone frantically.

“So, this gang,” Albert said. “Tell us all about it.”

Spot seemed unsure. “Are you sure?”

“This is a secure location,” Race said. “No one's listening.”

“That’s a lie and you know it,” jack mumbled.

“Well there are five branches,” Spot began. “Drug deals, which is run by Morris Delancey, Robberies/ Heists, run by Oscar Delancey, Prisoners, Recruits, and Confusing the authorities . They all report to someone higher up, but I don’t know who that is. They don’t really tell us any more than we need to know.” He didn’t say in case we get caught or try to overthrow them but the meaning was still there.

“Which one are you in?” Race asked.

“Robberies and heists.” Ah yes, that would make sense as to why when race had run into him he had been beaten up, probably a robbery gone wrong.

“How much can you tell us about that sector?” Albert asked as Romeo came over with their drinks. He set them down on the table with a smile, which turned into a glare as he unceremoniously thunked Races monstrosity down in front of him.

“Not much,” spot said, stirring his drink. Race noted that he didn’t put any milk or sugar in it, gross. “It’s run out of a used car dealership, Autos For Less, in Brooklyn. We’re divided up into different teams, so if someone isn’t in your team then you don’t have any reason to talk to them. Heists take place usually once or twice a month and the thing you’re stealing could be anything. One time it was a truck of gummy worms, another time it was a brand new Tesla. There’s no rhyme of reason. You just don’t ask questions and do whatever Oscar tells you to.”

“So, you don’t know when the next robbery is, then Race asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Alright, blondie-”

“Rapunzel.” Race just couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a tangled reference. He could hear jack and Romeo and surprisingly Albert groaning in his earpiece, but he chose to ignore it.

“Gesundheit.” Races head snapped up. Did he just…? There was a mischievous glint in spots eye. Oh, he definitely did.

“OH SNAP!”

“A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!”

“I CAN ALREADY HEAR THE WEDDING BELLS!”

“RAPUNZEL AND SPOTTIE SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Listen,” Spot continued. “Heists are only for people who are in top physical condition. And I missed payment the other day, hence the beating. So, Oscar will keep me out for at least a week, maybe two, depending on how desperate he is.”

“Oh.” Race didn’t even care about the fact that there wasn’t a heist anytime soon. He hated the thought of spot getting beat up for something as small as missing a payment. Whatever that even meant.

“Is there anything else you can tell us?” Albert asked, licking some of the whipped cream off of his hot chocolate. So much for a menacing bad cop.

“No.”

“So what you’re saying, and correct me if I’m wrong here,” Race began, removing the straw from his drink and waving it around for emphasis, “is that we have to wait at least a week, maybe two, until you’re all healed up, tag along with you on a heist, kill some bad guys, and maybe figure out what Oscar is up to and who he reports to?”

Spot didn’t respond, instead he chose to give Race a fantastic glare.

“Why are you glaring at me like that?” Race jammed his straw back into his drink and took a long sip. There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world to deal with hot, annoying criminals.

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” Spot crossed his - very muscular - arms and continued to stare Race down. Race took that as an invitation, and stared right back.

“Right, okay, I’m sure you have a good reason,” albert said, attempting to avoid a physical fight, “but we do need information and that’s the only way I can possibly see is getting any. Other than by joining the gang itself.”

“Even if you did that, there’s no guarantee that we would end up in the same unit,” Spot grumbled, never taking his eyes off of race. “Unless I put in a good word with Oscar, which might not go very well considering the circumstances of our relationship.”

“Perfect,” Race said. “I volunteer as tribute.”

“What?!” Albert shrieked, almost spilling his hot chocolate. Race could see the desperation in his eyes. Albert always put himself into the dangerous situations. But now, especially now, Race couldn’t risk losing him. Specifically because they were in his hometown, his family a mere 10 blocks away, and if he lost Albert here, now, whether permanently or temporarily, he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle it.

“No,” spot said, foiling all his plans of heroism. “I will not risk it. As it is, I’m going to get locked in the prison sector for life when they find out I’ve betrayed them. We don’t need you getting locked up there too.”

Albert weighed out the options.

“I hate to say it,” Romeo piped up, finally with a useful bit of information. “But Rapunzel is right. That’s the only way to find out anything useful.”

“....alright,” Albert said. “I see why you’re saying, but I agree with Rapunzel, we should try to get all the information we can. And since we’re the agents in charge we have the authority to do that. But just for the record, this wasn’t my idea to send him in there.”

“Or mine,” spot added.

Albert removed spots phone and pocket knife from his jacket along with a post it. “Here’s your stuff back,” he said. “You can reach us at that number, call us when you get Rapunzel the gig.”

Spot pocketed his items and picked up his coffee gingerly in his bandaged hand. “See you around, blondie,” he said before turning to leave.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Albert turned to him, ripping out his coms. “Antonio Edward Higgins,” race jumped at the use of his real name. “Would you like to explain to me what the fuck that was?”

“I volunteered for a job.” Race stared back at Albert with expert nonchalance.

“A job that might get you killed!” Albert fumed for a moment before regaining his composure. “I just, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me Albie,” race groaned.

Albert let a small smile show on his lips, but race could tell it wasn’t genuine. “Damn, what are we gonna tell Jacobs tomorrow at our meeting?”

“The truth,” race looked up, Romeo and jack were approaching their table, most likely to talk about Spot. “There’s potential that I could get killed, are you kidding me? He’s going to be thrilled. Frankly, I am too. I get to be a real life Disney villain.” Race gave Albert his best evil stare and began to whistle “Ways To Be Wicked” from Descendants 2.

“Oh my god, Race”

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