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mummybear · 4 years

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Borrowed Time - Chapter One - The New Guy

Words: 3173

Warnings: Swearing... think that’s it for this chapter :)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mark (OC), Tiffany (OC), Mentions of Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written in a while or at least the first one I’ve posted! So I hope you guys like it! The next chapters will be out every Friday, until it’s finished :) The series will probably only be around 6 chapters long, but I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know If you want to be tagged in this series or in any of my other taglists :D

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You let out a shaky breath as you take your seat at the back of the class, hoping that he will just leave you alone today. One of the new guys at school had developed a thing for you, ever since you’d ignored him on his first day, it was like he was determined to get you to talk to him. Lately though he’s been getting under your skin, and you’re so close to giving in. Sure the guy was hot, in fact, he may have been the hottest guy you’d ever seen, but he was also one of the biggest players in the school. The exception being in the last two weeks, where he had barely spoken to another girl who wasn’t you. Safe to say that had started the rumour mill. Then you hear the murmuring starting in the room, and that unmistakable feeling prickles across your skin.

You fight the urge to look up, but it’s like your eyes are drawn to him, like some kind of magnet is connecting the two of you. You finally give in and look up to find him already watching you, gorgeous green eyes locked on yours. Trying to look away is pointless, you know that by now. You do you best to calm your nerves enough so that you’re finally able to drop your eyes to your desk, and start pulling out the things you need for the upcoming lesson.

That doesn’t stop your entire body tensing when the chair beside you scrapes along the floor loudly as it’s pulled out. It’s almost like you can feel the eyes of everyone in the hall turn on you. You can’t control the way that your body responds to the sound of his deep voice.

“Mind if I sit here, Y/N?” he asks quietly. You try and ignore the gasps that practically echo around the large room, as you force yourself to look up at him again.

Swallowing around the lump in your throat you nod.

“Um, yeah, sure. If you want to,” you answer shakily. You hate how your voice sounds, but if he’s noticed then he doesn’t let on. He gives you one of those panty dropping smiles as he takes the seat next to you, and you could swear your entire face flames bright red.

You inwardly roll your eyes when you see Tiffany Chase heading over to your table. You never understood how she had come to be the most popular girl on the campus, but clearly dating every guy in existence was a good trait to have these days. That was yet another reason you were glad about not being “popular”, whatever the hell that even meant.

She leans on your desk, until her tits are practically in Dean’s face, but to his credit, and your surprise he doesn’t look. Instead he sits back in his chair, eyes immediately fixed on hers, not wandering her body, or the cleavage she's so blatantly offering him. She makes a point not to even spare you a glance, which is completely fine since you have no interest in what she’s giving away.

“I thought you were gonna show me your car, baby? Why don’t you ditch the charity case and come and have some fun with a real woman?” she purrs seductively, curling her fingers around Dean’s loose tie.

You wish you were anywhere but here, but you know there’s no other seats in class now, so your only other option is to pray for the ground to swallow you whole. You’re a little taken aback though when Dean’s large hand wraps around her tiny wrist and pulls her hand away, still remaining surprisingly gentle, especially with the look of thunder that’s overtaken his features.

“Sorry, Tilly. Change of plans, I told you last week, and a few times this week… if memory serves. Besides, there’s only room for one woman in my life.” As he says this you feel his hand resting on your knee, and you turn to look at him to tell him to move. But you stop yourself when you see the pleading look on his face.

Tiffany scoffs in disbelief, and has a look on her face like he just slapped her.

“It’s Tiffany,” she corrects him sharply, before she turns her gaze on you. And you have to fight every instinct not to push your body back into your chair, instead you sit straighter, trying to keep your face neutral.

“Can you like… move or something. Dean and I really need to talk, I think you’re making him uncomfortable,” she huffs, as if your mere presence disgusts her.

“Sorry, Tiff. I think you're the one who’s making my boyfriend uncomfortable, actually. He’s just being too polite, could you please just leave us alone now? I believe he’s asked you enough.”

It takes everything you have not to throw up the contents of your stomach, where the fuck did that come from?! You inwardly scold yourself, trying to hold your nerve. But to your surprise, Dean takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and throws his other arm over your shoulder.

His lips press to your ear, and you can’t hold back the shiver.

“Thank you, I owe you,” he whispers, and you can already feel the blush creeping up your neck, the entire class is staring at the three of you like you’re aliens. But Dean’s currently more than enough of a distraction.

Her shrill laugh echoes around the room, followed by most of her bitch club behind her.

“Oh sweetie, no. Don’t be silly now. There is no way on this planet that you could be his girlfriend, you’d be extremely lucky to get a pity fuck with a normal guy, but Dean? No way. Now move, before I move you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you refuse to look away from her. However, before you can even utter a word, Dean’s voice drops to a low growl.

“I don’t give a shit about your name, or you. You don’t get to talk to her like that, and you lay a finger on her, I promise you’ll regret it. So, whatever your name is, unless you want me to tell Mark that you’re trying to fuck me... and just about every other guy you set your eyes on, I suggest you go back to your own seat. But first, I think you owe my girlfriend a fucking apology.” You watch the colour all but drain from her face.

You lick your lips nervously as you turn to look at him, seeing the fire burning in his eyes, but his eyes don’t move from Tiffany’s face.

“Dean, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” you whisper sounding a little desperate even to your own ears. You rest your hand on his tensed bicep, trying to ignore the way you're clamping your thighs together, because this might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever been a part of. Even if you had only started this ruse to get him out of an awkward situation. Nobody had ever defended you like this before, especially not this publicly.

“Oh, it does matter, baby girl. Isn’t that right?” Dean asks, mock sweetness in his voice and his arm tightens around your shoulders.

“F-Fine. I’m sorry, Y/N,” she responds the best she can with the amount her voice is shaking, before hurrying back to her friends.

The teacher walks in the classroom, forcing everyone's attention to the front, and you try to ignore the sense of loss you feel when his arm leaves your shoulders. But that feeling is quickly replaced when he takes your hand and links your fingers with his, and rests them on the table top between you.

“Dean, we should talk,” you whisper, when the teacher turns back to the board.

“Later, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you getting in trouble,” he smirks, pressing a lingering kiss to your already flaming red cheek.

Unfortunately, you don’t get time to talk to Dean, and you don’t see him after your last lesson either. You try to ignore the snickering and staring as you start to walk through the parking lot to make your way home, though it affects you more than you’d care to admit. When you don’t see any sign of him, you continue to walk lost in thought, knowing that it will take you at least half an hour but it’s worth it, because you can’t stay here.

You’ve been walking for about ten minutes when you hear a car roll to a stop behind you, the soft purr of the engine calming slightly as the window is wound down. You can’t help but smile as you turn around, and sure enough, there he is. Sitting in the driver's seat with a cocky smirk on his face. He leans over to the passenger side and pushes the door open, “you gonna get in, sweetheart? We can talk while I drive you home.”

You walk closer and fold your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows at him through the now open car door.

“And what makes you so sure I wanna get in your car?” you ask through your own smirk.

“Come on now, is that any way to speak to your boyfriend? Just get that sexy ass in the car so that we can talk.” There’s a teasing note to his voice, and your smile widens despite yourself.

“Fine. I’ll get in… but only because we do need to talk,” you tell him, trying not to laugh as you climb in the front seat and close the door behind you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess,” he laughs, tossing his sunglasses in the backseat. You give him your address, and he quickly works out the new route, before starting to drive again. He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly where he sits, before glancing between you and the road.

“I owe you, for what you did today in class. You didn’t need to save my ass, but you did it anyway. I really appreciate that.”

You blush shyly as you look at him, “I was going to apologise honestly. I don’t know what came over me, I guess I just wanted to help out… somehow, I know people can be a lot for anyone, no matter who you are,” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your clammy hands over your skirt.

Dean shakes his head, and a smile crosses his plump lips.

“Sweetheart, don’t apologise, you did me a massive favour and I really can’t thank you enough,” he sighs regretfully, as he pulls into your driveway.

You thank him for the ride, but before you move to climb out of the car he grabs hold of your wrist gently, and you turn back to him questioningly.

“Is everything okay, Dean?” you ask nervously, wondering what he might say. You’re not sure whether to lean in or turn away when he turns in his seat to face you.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you with a smile, “can I have your number?” You’re a little surprised at how shy he sounds, but you smile as you take his phone.

“I just think it might be a little odd trying to play along with this, especially if we can’t even get ahold of each other.”

“You make a good point there, Winchester. But for the record, I would’ve given it to you anyway,” you smile fondly, phoning yourself from his phone, so that you have each other’s numbers, before handing it back.

“So… How long do you wanna play boyfriend and girlfriend?” you wonder aloud, noticing the way that he blushes and scratches at the back of his neck, before focusing back on you again.

Dean clears his throat and shifts closer to you.

“About that…” he trails off, and you feel a blanket of nervous confusion settle between the two of you.

“What about it?” you question nervously.

“Would you be okay if we stayed together, at least until I have to leave town, I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” before he can continue you cut him off, resting a hand on his thigh.

His eyes snap to yours, and you quickly pull your hand away and clear your throat.

“You don’t need to explain, Dean. Besides, it was my dumb ass that got us into this mess. It’s really the least I can do,” you smile genuinely, and an obvious moment passes between the two of you, a moment which is completely unexplainable. But there’s a knock on the window closest to you that pulls the two of you out of it.

You jump back harshly, your back practically slamming into Dean’s shoulder when someone leans against his car, and his head is already half way through the window.

“Damn, I almost didn’t believe it when Tiff told me you were seein’ some frigid bitch, Dean. You hit that yet?”

Dean growls, and you can feel him stiffen beside you as he wraps a protective arm around your waist, like he can shield you from Mark’s words. It’s actually really sweet of him.

“Maybe you should tell your girlfriend to mind her own fucking business, and you should do the same, Mark. Before I put you on your skinny little ass.”

Mark lets out a deep boom of a laugh, and leans further into the car, his eyes sweeping over your body, clearly not taking Dean’s words seriously. It makes you feel nothing like Dean makes you feel when he looks at you, this guy makes your skin crawl and your stomach lurch.

“Shit, that’s gotta be one sweet pussy if she’s got you so whipped already.”

Before Dean can speak, you sit up a little straighter, and glare at Mark. Feeling Dean stiffen behind you gives you the confidence you need to get these words out.

“Why don’t you tell your whore of a girlfriend to stop trying to fuck my man, it’s really kind of pathetic. He’s not interested,” you huff out, hardly able to stand looking at him, so you turn to face Dean who’s smirking right at you, and way closer than you’d first imagined.

Mark starts to grumble something behind the two of you, but neither of you are really listening, and you can’t stop staring at Dean as he cups your cheek in his big hand.

“What she said,” Dean agrees easily, his husky voice sending shivers up your spine. You let his thumb brush your bottom lip, “you’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous,” he smirks confidently, leaning in a little closer.

You swallow thickly, your fingers just barely manage to wrap around his wrist.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, watching as his eyes flick down to your lips, and he licks his own. There are so many reasons this is a bad idea, but for the life of you you can’t currently think of any.

Dean doesn’t even hesitate, before you can blink his lips are pressing against yours. The kiss is firm and his lips are so soft that you quickly lose yourself in the kiss, and you feel like your entire body is being drawn in by him.

He pulls back all too soon. His eyes are lidded as he looks at you, and his hand moves from your jaw, to cup the back of your neck. His hands feel huge, as he tugs lightly at your hair and you gasp against his parted lips.

“I s-should probably get going,” you whisper shakily, letting your fingers trace over the skin of his chest, where his shirt buttons are undone.

Neither of you even attempt to move, and before you think about it too much your lips are brushing against his again. He pulls you against him tightly and deepens the kiss, making you all but melt against him, and his hands remain firm against you as he effortlessly takes control of the kiss. You feel yourself edging closer, heart pounding in your ears and your head foggy, it takes everything you have to pull away from him, but you just about manage it. Looking up into his lidded eyes as you both pant hard, you swallow thickly and look over your shoulder, relieved to find that Mark has gone.

Dean cups your cheek when you turn back to him, his face the perfect picture of lust.

“You should go in, sweetheart. Or I might change my mind about letting you go… but I’ll text you tonight, okay?” he rasps, pecking your lips.

You can feel yourself blushing as you nervously bite your lip.

“What makes you think I want you to let me go?” you giggle as he leans in closer again, he’s so warm and smells incredible.

“Oh trust me, if this had anything to do with what I want to do, you’d already be screaming my name,” Dean all but growls.

“Dean.” His name is a whisper on your lips, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears again.

Dean lets out a deep groan and shifts awkwardly in his seat.

“Shit, you don’t make it easy on a guy, sweetheart,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You live here by yourself?” he asks suddenly, nodding over to your house, clearly trying to change the subject.

You shake yourself from your heady daze, trying your best to concentrate on what he’s saying. Clearing your throat you give him a small nod, unable to stop the smile from crossing your lips.

“At the minute, yeah. It’s usually me and my best friend, but she’s away visiting family this week. It’s good though, much closer to campus than my parents’ house,” you explain happily, remembering the way that she had told you to take advantage of the free house, but then you notice a strange look crossing his face.

“Sounds nice. I’ve never really had anywhere like this, my family didn’t really stay anywhere too long, not since my mom died. My dad has to travel a lot for work, and I’m learning the ropes, so I can take over one day.”

Your heart aches for him, and you have no idea how it’s even possible to feel this close to someone you’ve only known for a little over a month.

“I’m so sorry, Dean. It doesn’t sound like you’ve had much time to just be you. If you ever need to get away, I have no intention of moving any time soon, you’re welcome to stay here,” you tell him softly, resting a gentle hand on his arm, until he finally looks at you again.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That means more than you know, and I promise I’ll text you later. We can talk more then, okay?”

You lean in close and press your lips against his, the kiss lingers a little, before you finally pull away and whisper against his lips, “I’ll be holding you to that, Dean.”

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siren1song · 4 years

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for the prompt list maybe 7? your choice for everything else :3

7. “I’ve missed you” kiss

Those Three Words

Summary: Janus misses an old fling- well... he wouldn’t really call Virgil a fling. Especially considering he’d been planning on marrying him, before he left.

Warnings: None I can think of.

Pairing: Anxceit

Word Count: 734

General Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @remusownsmyuwus, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @demidork84, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @kiribakuandcats, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil

Anxceit Taglist: @yalltookmyurlideas

Notes: God I haven’t written anxceit in so long? Glad I finally can again tbh I missed these two.

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Janus missed him. It’d been years, but god he missed him so much.

His sarcasm, his attitude, the quiet giggle he had when Janus would stroke his fingers over his sides late in the night and they were just enjoying each other’s company.

There was so much he missed about Virgil Sturm, and he was honestly unsure he’d ever get to see him again.

If there was one thing Janus wished he could bring back it was Virgil. He was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he doubted anything better would happen again.

“You’re doing the mopey reminiscing thing again, aren’t you?”

Janus blinked, looking at Teagan with a raised eyebrow.

“And you’re worrying yourself with what I’m doing instead of the grading you’re supposed to be doing because?”

Teagan rolled his eyes, pushing aside his papers and resting his elbows on the table.

“Just because you’re my brother’s best friend doesn’t mean you intimidate me. Hell, knowing Logan you intimidate me even less. So. Who’re you moping over?”

Janus sighed, shaking his head and looking at the stairs where Logan had yet to come down.

They were supposed to go to a poetry reading in an hour, he kind of wondered where he was.

“An old flame. Where’s Logan?” he asked, looking back at Teagan and resisting the urge to laugh when his face scrunched up.

“With his partner. Being all romantic and gross because Roman decided to drop by unexpectedly.”

Remembering Teagan is aromantic is never a hard feat, when Roman is involved.

Janus sighed, putting his jacket back on and heading towards the door.

“Yeah if I didn’t live here I’d leave too, they’re probably being kissy and that’s even worse.”

Pausing, Janus struggled not to laugh.

“Don’t you have a queerplatonic partner to go visit if they get too gross?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

Teagan brightened at that.

“Hell yeah! I can procrastinate grading when I’m at Andy’s.”

Janus rolled his eyes and opened the door, waving a goodbye over his shoulder.

“Good luck with that, Teagan.”

And he was off, shivering harshly at the sudden burst of cold air and grumbling to himself.

Fuck, he hated the winter for the cold, but he really couldn’t hate it for anything else. It had... a lot of great memories of Virgil. Memories he had a bad habit of getting lost in.

Virgil’s birthday was coming up, maybe that’s why Janus was having such a hard time focusing on the present, burying himself in the past and wishing for something different.

Turning into his usual coffee shop, he waved at Remy behind the counter and then moved to his usual seat.

Or... he tried to. Someone was sitting in it.

Janus tried not to get upset over the fact that someone was sitting in the spot Virgil usually sat in. It wasn’t like he was able to get angry over a public seat.

With a soft sigh, he continued past the table and sat in the one next to it, pulling off his jacket and un-looping his shoulder bag from his neck so he could get his laptop out.

He hadn’t been planning on working, but since Logan got distracted by Roman, Janus didn’t really have much else to do.

“Jay?”

Janus tensed, staring at his laptop screen, the Windows symbol showing on it as it booted up and his mind screeched to a halt.

That... He only really let Virgil call him that. And that sounded like-

Looking up was the hardest thing Janus had done in the four years Virgil had been gone. And when he saw that tiny, hopeful smile and those mismatched eyes, all the air in Janus’ lungs rushed out of him.

It was the best feeling of suffocation he’d ever felt, and if he scrambled to stand from his seat so he could grab Virgil’s face and pull him in for a kiss, then Teagan and Roman would never be allowed to know.

Virgil laughed against his lips, grabbing his hands to pull them from his face so he could put space between their faces.

“I missed you, too,” he said quietly, his tiny smile turning into the widest grin Janus had ever seen on him.

“I love you.”

Those three words were still comfortable and familiar to say.

And Virgil’s smile was still as breathtaking and beautiful to see.

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yuna-dan · 4 years

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MASTERPOST PT 2

So back in 2017 I did a masterpost of all my fics, but I changed my name so then the links don’t work anymore. It’s still there, in case I skip any fic (which I might’ve), though I deleted some old bad written fics.

I have written a lot of this things, i am actually concerned.

Please https://ko-fi.com/danyuna buy me a kofi and help me pay for my studies.

Copy Paste the link, all of them work, but Tumblr can be a little b*ch

Avatar:

Tittle: Dying

Summary: “You are okay Jet.” Fuck. “You are gonna be okay.” He kiss his forehead.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125908414835/71-jetzuko-please

Tittle: Train

Summary: When they train together, somehow their bodies synchronized in the perfect way.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588445260/32-zukaang

Tittle: Of busses and rules

Summary: The tan boy smile to the scarred one. “Yeah, you see all the sits are used and I’m kinda tired, so can I sit here?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125905951620/of-busses-and-rules

Tittle: Love

Summary: “Zuko, do you believe in love?”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125712759925/93-sokkazuko-just-because

Tittle: Just Watching

Summary: “Nothing, I just wanna se you training, you know. I’ve got to see you shirtless.”

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125952999770/just-watching

Tittle: Drowsy

Summary: It was normal for Zuko. Totally normal. Some night, they are light just taunting him when the times he used to be happy, other nights they are bad, about how he was banished or making him remembered all the bad decisions he take. Other nights he remember that and how terrified he was.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125779917805/drowsy

Tittle: Another Kiss

Summary: If one year ago someone tell Sokka he was going to hide from the fire nation soldiers in the summer house of the Fire Lord with the prince of the Fire Nation, he would’ve laugh. Bu then again, who in the world would say something like that? Sokka smiled at that thought.

Link: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125725734360/another-kiss

Coco:

TÍtulo: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si.

Resúmen: Cinco veces que Imelda le dijo que no a Héctor y una vez que dijo si

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167951844390/cinco-veces-que-imelda-le-dijo-que-no-a-h%C3%A9ctor-y

Prince of Tennis:

Tittle: Earth

Summary: Kaoru was like earth.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357493600/momokai-52-please

Tittle: Slave

Summary: “You can’t take it anymore, huh?” His voice was cruel and hard. “Maybe I should give you back to the market, huh?” Another slap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/138468937265/80-inukai-preferably-kaidoh-as-the-slave

Tittle: Arms

Summary: Fuji loves Tezuka’s arms. They are strong. Hard. Warm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147588583890/tezukafuji-6-thank-you

Sanders Sides:

Short Fics:

Tittle: Head Kiss

Summary: Couldn’t sleep, huh?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158421521000/62-with-prinxiety

Tittle: Red Puffy (or the one with the dress)

Summary: Prince, the fanciful creativity, slayer of dragons and gorgons, love wearing dresses.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158498774020/red-puffy-or-the-one-with-the-dress

Tittle: Shut up

Summary: “Shut up.” “Make me.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158537684955/if-youre-still-looking-for-prompts-prinxiety

Tittle: The way they sleep

Summary: Logic knew that sleeping with so much people in a bed should be uncomfotable, but somehow he manage to sleep a little.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158896063675/anything-with-poly-sanders-like-how-they-got

Tittle: Namesless

Summary: I’m a disease I have no name. I’m not supposed to be here. I just bother here. I’m worthless. I do not belong here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158894363805/nameless

Tittle: Feeling

Summary: The feeling you when you see your significant other being held by another one.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158867213420/feeling

Tittle: Geografía

Summary: “This song remind me a lot of you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158618922035/i-have-a-dar%C3%A9-for-you-write-a-songfic-in-english

Tittle: How could you love me?

Summary: “I’m like a machine.” “No. You’re not. You’re like the sun. You’re like the rain.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158933475635/how-could-you-love-me

Tittle: Same Face

Summary: “Are you hitting on me because we have the same face?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158966900380/same-face

Tittle: Daydream mode gets out of control

Summary: “You shouldn’t have risked yourself like this! Are you stupid? Let’s face it, Thomas doesn’t need me but he does need you. I’m not worth putting yourself in danger to save.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159017507695/prompt-daydream-mode-gets-out-of-control-the

Tittle: Touch-starved Anxiety

Summary: The next time they watched a movie, Anxiety was sitting in the middle.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159103302255/can-you-write-a-touch-starved-anxiety

Tittle: Make up

Summary: Anxiety was the only one that knew how to apply make up but apparently not the only one who wear it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159154426205/make-up

Tittle: Hold on a diddly darn minute

Summary: Roman did, at the end of the day, he was with Morality.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159167174880/47-and-48-with-prince-and-anyone-else-of-ur

Tittle: Heart

Summary: “No one has a heart of stone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159168233095/21-anxiety-and-logic-please-have-a-good

Tittle: Tease

Summary: “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159174148275/42-i-dont-know-if-i-should-kiss-you-or-slap

Tittle: Questions

Summary: “Okay. Okay. I can with this but… Do you think someone can like me more?” He whispered and Logic moved his head to the side a little confused. “I don’t understand your statement.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159206078560/questions

Tittle: Drunk

Summary: “Pardon me?” Anxiety was shaking from nervousness and excitement.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159216004845/are-you-drunk-morality-and-anxiety

Tittle: Alive

Summary: I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229958825/im-alive-i-can-tell-because-of-the-pain

Tittle: Put me down!

Summary: “We’re going to cuddle!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159320417225/for-the-prompt-could-you-do-put-me-down-with

Tittle: Pants

Summary: “Where are your pants?!” “On the floor”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159322992035/hi-could-you-please-do-the-where-are-your

Tittle: Attention whore

Summary: “To be honest,” Logan spoke first, “I think you’re an attention whore.” Morality’s eyes snapped open. “Logan! Language!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159340208475/i-for-one-would-like-to-see-tbh-i-think-youre

Tittle: I won’t say I’m in love

Summary: It was stupid how much you can related to a fucking song. Honestly, the most ridiculous thing in the world, and even more if it was a Disney song.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159346797635/i-wont-say-im-in-love-pinxiety-ewe

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (1)

Summary: “Why are you limping?” He asked worriedly. “I fell down the stairs, I’m fine though. I just scratch my knee.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159229157290/hello-i-love-your-writing-and-i-dont-know-if

Tittle: Clumsy!Anxiety (2)

Summary: “You know I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159321901095/would-you-do-you-know-i-would-help-but-making

Tittle: One Last Hope

Summary: “You gotta be kidding. Why me? C’mon gods I haven’t trained someone in ages!” Roman’s shot him a confused look, “Look, Princey-”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347189965/one-last-hope-prinxiety

Tittle: You’re welcome

Summary: Prince has said plenty of times he didn’t enjoy the covers of the Disney movies.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159347575285/youre-welcome-with-logicprince-who-ever-can-be

Tittle: Close it

Summary: And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before! Love is an open door!” He yelled-sang. “Then close it!” Anxiety snapped already mad.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159350548330/for-the-disney-song-thing-love-is-an-open-door

Tittle: I don’t get it

Summary: It could be easier.” “At least out loud.” Morality agrees shrugging.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159360922890/i-wont-say-im-in-love-logicmorality-with

Tittle: Colors of the wind

Summary: “Don’t go there, Logan.” He hissed mad, “The savage is me and yet, the one that don’t understand reality is you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159361260850/colors-of-the-wind-logicality

Tittle: Tie

Summary: Against all believes, Logan actually was the one that hated mornings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159362375650/roman-tying-logans-tie-oh-my-god-things-couples

Tittle: Amusement Park

Summary: They deserve a break from school and just act like a couple, which yeah he knew it would be difficult but still.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379064010/all-four-of-them-go-to-an-amusement-park

Tittle: Cereal

Summary: Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159365924910/hehe-hello-again-my-friend-the-new-one-was-just

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159366130710/who-wouldnt-be-angry-you-ate-all-of-my-cereal

Tittle: Summoning

Summary: "This is the tenth demon summoning this week"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159379929100/this-is-the-tenth-demon-summoning-this-week

Tittle: Hints

Summary: “I’m really cold”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381615510/for-the-prompts-can-i-request-dropping-hints-so

Tittle: Sorry

Summary: “I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159381828705/i-may-have-accidentally-sort-of-adopted-five

Tittle: Out Loud

Summary: “We don’t have to say it”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393247285/i-wont-say-im-in-love-anxiety-and-logan

Tittle: Fort

Summary: “This is stupid” “Your face is stupid.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159393648745/building-a-fort-together-for-prinxiety

Tittle: Trampoline

Summary: “I don’t get this, we can sleep in the mindscape.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396131525/sleep-on-a-trampoline-with-blankets-and-pillows

Tittle: Short

Summary: “The skirt is short on purpose”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159396710300/please-please-please-the-skirt-is-short-on

Tittle: Crash

Summary: “You idiot! How many times I’ve told you to look both ways when you cross the road!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159400264550/fuck-i-feel-like-i-got-hit-by-a-car-wait-i-did

Tittle: Skirt

Summary: “What are you wearing?” Anxiety asked when he entered his shared room with his boyfriend.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402003330/the-skirt-is-short-on-purpose-anxiety-and

Tittle: Kiss the boy

Summary: Morality smirked at that, grabbed Logic’s tie and yanked him towards him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411413140/kiss-the-girl-logicality

Tittle: Sandwich

Summary: You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159425183765/100-for-logicality

Tittle: Banish

Summary: You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159430917095/one-more-sorry-for-flooding-your-asks-lmao-how

Tittle: You can’t sleep

Summary: There it goes the moment and his possibility of a proper nap.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159431703445/62-for-prinxiety-or-logicality-or-both-cheeky

Tittle: Baking

Summary: “Jeez, Logan this is not the first time I’ve done this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159441818880/baking-together-for-logicality

Tittle: Breakfast

Summary: “Can you help me preparing breakfast for Roman?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159443108270/surprise-each-other-with-breakfast-in-bed-for

Tittle: Bubble baths

Summary: “So what? I lay there like and idiot and wait for a miracle to happen?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159445402935/take-a-soothing-bubble-bath-together-prinxiety

Tittle: This is fine

Summary: “Oh my god! I’m sorry!” Roman tried to apologize, kissing his lips and neck a few times.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159446563855/just-jam-your-knee-right-up-my-crotch-this-is

Tittle: Move

Summary: Their bodies were entangled, naked legs intertwined with each other while words of love were whispered. It was a magical and beautiful moment.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159454018475/hand-is-accidentally-on-a-boobnippleprivate

Tittle: Trust

Summary: “I can’t trust you” “Doesn’t mean I’ll leave you alone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159469423495/hey-sorta-new-to-this-ask-thing-but-ythink

Tittle: Marry me

Summary: “Would you marry me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159472221685/hiya-would-you-do-will-you-marry-me-with

Tittle: Safe

Summary: “Oh, Mo.” he kissed his forehead. “I’ll take care of you today.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159480579160/prompt-illness-youre-very-flushed-are-you

Tittle: Bad day

Summary: “So you’re gonna just sit on your ass while I have to make breakfast?” “At least it’s a cute ass.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482340665/also-600-special-prompts-number-17-with-whoever

Tittle: His own voice

Summary: He was crying. There’s no shame in that. He cried more often lately.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159482532855/four-words-prompts-with-someone-saying-i-cant

Tittle: Sick

Summary: It was in the middle of the night when Morality heard a horrible coughing sound. For a moment he thought it was actually his imagination, combined with the fact he was asleep.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159494324195/was-that-you-or-did-a-goose-with-bronchitis-flew

Tittle: More than I do

Summary: You cant possibly hate me more than i do!

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159495439170/promt-you-cant-possibly-hate-me-more-than-i

Tittle: Soul

Summary: He was in a white room and for a moment he thought it was the hospital, until he noticed that there was not any window, nor a door or even bed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159497768875/i-really-thought-i-was-going-to-die-i-know-but

Tittle: Not a secret

Summary: No one knew. They suspected, however. Morality and Anxiety were not precisely secretive, since they were now suddenly joined by the hip, cuddling and holding hands, but if Roman or Logan asked they would just laughed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159499381660/i-would-throw-my-phone-across-the-room-for-a-fic

Tittle: Shirt

Summary: “Is that my shirt?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159549869065/hey-could-you-do-is-that-my-shirt-with

Tittle: Scary stories

Summary: “Let’s tell scary stories!!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159628862690/the-sides-telling-scary-stories-and-morality

Tittle: SemiCatAnxiety

URL 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159382296705/you-need-to-stop-leaving-dead-bodies-in-my

URL 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159397846490/im-going-to-need-you-to-put-on-some-underwear

URL 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159402379675/so-what-if-i-broke-my-arm-im-still-doing-it

URL 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159411865145/for-the-drabbles-challenge-22-for-prinxiety

URL 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159456102190/right-as-one-person-is-about-to-fall-asleep-one

Tittle: Darling

Summary: He saved himself. He was the responsible of his life choice. He was the one who put a limit. Because he needed, because he wanted. Not because some stupid prince Charming told him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159630947500/hey-can-i-request-some-sort-of-songfic-for

Tittle: Cute

Summary: “We’d make a cute couple.”

URL: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159631764840/50-with-morality-and-anyone-because-damn-gurl

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “Don’t hurt me like this.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159646982850/20-with-either-prince-or-morality-because-there-is

Tittle: Wings

Summary: “You’re not a weirdo. You’re different, so?” He kissed him again. “They are beautiful,” he left a little kiss on the right wing, giggling at the sensation. “Just like you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159881874330/theyre-not-powerstheyre-more-like-special

Tittle: Outlaws

Summary: “For someone who always uses bad clothes, you sure know how to design some nice ones.” Roman said when he saw his reflection in the mirror, wearing a beautiful sparky white with feathers costume, having slight greyish.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159848195360/outlaws

Tittle: Flirting

Summary: “Dude, you two have been flirting back and forth for like, a year and a half. If you don’t kiss him I will! It’s annoying!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159703876790/pleaes-write-that-logince-promt-i-need-to-get

Tittle: Ice skating

Summary: “Logan, want some help?” He asked once he was closed enough. Logan huffed, but remain silent trying to stood straight.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160191644970/is-there-already-a-logince-fanfic-about-them-going

Tittle: Rockabye

Summary: He tugged his twins i the crib, kissing their forehead. His phone buzzed in the back of his pants but he ignored it, he already knew what was it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160179906850/rockabye

Tittle: Two Pieces

Summary: They fit like two pieces of a broken heart

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160026962095/two-pieces

Tittle: When I was your man

Summary: Alexander laid on his bed, eyes burning with tears that refused to fell. Besides him, a bouquet of white roses. This was stupid, he shouldn’t be here.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160018163625/when-i-was-your-man

Tittle: Oh, I know.

Summary: Anxiety had a vast collection of different skirts and dresses. From all kind of colors, not only black, but pastels, yellow, flower print, etc.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159988132345/can-i-please-get-a-story-about-anxiety-in-a

Tittle: Blush

Summary: Roses are Red, I have a crush, whenever I´m around you, all I do is blush

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159976499790/for-the-subscriber-thingy-roses-are-redi-have

Tittle: The don’t know about us

Summary: “People say we shouldn’t be together, too young to know about forever”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159904257960/they-dont-know-about-us

Tittle: Need you now

Summary: It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159890821785/need-you-now-snow-logicality-congrats-300

Tittle: Better.

Summary: Post!Growing Up. Anxiety knew how much words could actually hurt. He was aware of that. He knew it more than anyone else. That’s why he was ashamed of himself for what happened. It hurt to see Morality’s face flinching at every word.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160231803110/better

Tittle: All the ways (To say I love you)

Summary: 10 + 1 ways to say I love you

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160379070555/all-the-ways-to-say-i-love-you

Tittle: Protection.

Summary: Pre!AcceptingAnxiety. “I am nameless.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160395028685/protection

Tittle: Roman(tic) outings

Summary: “Do you like food?” “Yes” “Do you like romantic outings?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160559203880/roman-tic-outings

Tittle: Intertwined

Summary: What do you do with your hands while walking? Shove them in your pockets? Casually let them against your jeans?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160887821320/intertwined

Tittle: Soul searching

Summary: Everyone in the kingdom held one. Everyone was born with a special tattoo in their body, hoping to find the one who held the same. However, sometimes the one is actually the ones. It was not weird but clearly not normal, to be born with two marks. Yet, Prince Roman was born with four marks.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160928957630/soul-searching

Tittle: Pretty

Summary: “Oh nonsense,” Ben batted his hand, putting his palette aside from Anxiety face, trying to see what color would be better. “You’ll look great.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160955571425/pretty

Tittle: The meaning of flowers

Summary: 4 flowers, 4 meanings

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161175317430/the-meaning-of-flowers

Tittle: Musical Memories

Summary: 10 songs, 10 fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161223996295/musical-memories

Tittle: Tonight

Summary: Logan knew the symptoms his host was presenting, but quickly brush it off considering the change of seasons, and the lack of sleep it was something almost meant to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161483877665/tonight

Tittle: Moxiety drable

Summary: I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/161590341135/9-moxiety

Tittle: Here comes a thought

Summary: Thomas breathing was out of control, Logan was at his side, holding his hand like a lifeline, and exaggerating his own breathing, hoping Thomas could match it. Roman was rubbing his back, glaring at him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162854518495/can-you-write-a-dic-based-on-the-heres-comes-a

Tittle: Tu tanta falta de querer

Summary: The first time sleeping alone, after so many years. He closed his eyes feeling anxious, he wanted to call him, to make sure he was alive,

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/162889084405/prompt-hey-podr%C3%ADas-hacer-un-fic-de-prinxiety

Tittle: Flowers

Summary: Maybe roman should’ve known better. Maybe he should’ve act nicer. Maybe, and just maybe in that way, he would’ve notice his own crush before it was too late.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163099406085/flowers

Tittle: Comfort

Summary: Roman sometimes would sneak into Logan’s room

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163243670755/comfort

Tittle: Cereal & Nightmares

Summary: “It’s three am in the morning. Why are you eating cereal?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163601475018/its-three-am-in-the-morning-why-are-you-eating

Tittle: Moxiety drabble

Summary: “I wish you could see what I see when you’re looking in the mirror.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163679809587/i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when-youre

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: I feel just like a nerd watching birds

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163688736135/i-feel-just-like-a-nerd-watching-birds-logince

Tittle: Jar of Hearts

Summary: Who do you think you are?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163718507475/ohh-would-you-plz-do-jar-of-hearts-with-patton-and

Tittle: Moxiety drabble

Summary: “I just love you, I don’t need anything else.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163727505382/your-eyes-are-the-brightest-of-all-the-colors-i

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163757201623/i-know-somewhere-deep-in-my-soul-that-love

Tittle: Whiskers and Tails

Summary: Roman’s a cat. That’s it

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164034464195/whiskers-and-tails

Tittle: Need

Summary: “There’s a difference between loving and needing…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164659966470/need

Tittle: Meant to be

Summary: He blushed, because goddammit his friends were such nerds. They didn’t even try to fake a different letter, everything was like them. And Roman loved every part of it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/164988583945/meant-to-be

Tittle: Remember

Summary: “I love you too, son. Besides, you can always play with your guitar and remember me…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167256961425/remember

Tittle: Gone

Summary: “I thought you were beside me, but I reached and you were gone.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167401124780/i-thought-you-were-beside-me-but-i-reached-and

Tittle: Cheat

Summary: "How could you do this to us? To our family?"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167488717005/how-could-you-do-this-to-us-to-our-family

Tittle: Wrong

Summary: "I loved you, and I thought you loved me. Turns out I was wrong"

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167500736460/i-loved-you-and-i-thought-you-loved-me-turns

Tittle: Amnesia

Summary: Suddenly a man was hugging him, and crying while hiding his head in his neck. It was comforting but weird… really weird. “E-Excuse me?” He said, holding the shoulders of the guy.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167611587190/im-sorry-i-dont-remember-a-thing-virgil-to

Tittle: LAMP Drabble

Summary: They believed on different things

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/167931901530/could-you-do-a-lamp-soulmate-au-im-a-sucker-for

Tittle: Prinxiety drabble

Summary: “I’m just not good enough for you.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168017713640/prinxiety-i-wish-you-could-see-what-i-see-when

Tittle: I’ll take your hand

Summary: “Logan-Logan I’m scared.” He whispered, hugging him tighter and trying to escape the coldness inside his bones.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168095943600/you-know-ill-take-your-hand-when-it-gets-cold

Tittle: This place your home

Summary: “It’s weird.” Patton admitted, “but a good weird.” He tried to smile, seeing the small house in middle of the field, it was more of a farm.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168096465805/im-going-to-make-this-place-your-home-with

Tittle: The Stars

Summary: Logan would always love to stare at the stars. When kid, he even used to have neck pains, since he was always looking up, and up, and up. Wondering about possible life, who made the stars so beautiful, who named them all.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168447823990/the-stars

Tittle: Broken

Summary: “I’m broken.” He confessed one day to his best friend, under a tree. The air moved the flowers around at a soft speed and the sun was starting to set, a lovely wat to confess feelings.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732497305/24-couldnt-ever-figure-out-how-to-love-logince

Tittle: Emotionless

Summary: Sometimes Morality would cope different. Sometimes the humour wouldn’t be enough. They all hate when that happens. They could deal with a happy but sad Patton. They couldn’t deal with an emotionless Patton.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168733078470/i-just-want-to-stop-feeling-lamp-plotanic-or

Tittle: Impossible Possible

Summary: In case you had a soulmark there are 7.442 billion people on earth, how can you find them? The coincidence of your soulmate living in the same continent as you were practically impossible.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168849756090/impossible-possible

Tittle: Late(r)

Summary: Virgil knew it wasn’t Patton’s fault. He knew that he was probably overreacting and that yes, Patton did care about him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169023493280/why-is-it-you-never-seem-to-care-until-its-too

Tittle: I love you

Summary: Roman didn’t want this to happened. He knew he had to take actions the moment he felt Logan’s hand like fire against his own and when he got the desire to kiss him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169097009935/you-can-trust-me-alright-i-love-you

Tittle: Dance with me

Summary: You know that feeling when you’ve heard one specific song over, and over, and over again? That no matter how hard you tried you can’t seem to scape it.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169106600155/dance-with-me

Tittle: (I’m not) Ready

Summary: Roman looked at his computer, feeling hot inside his stomach. His arms were shaking a little and yet he knew he was not doing anything wrong.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/160308945485/im-not-ready

Tittle: Best for you

Summary: “Would you sing Disney duos with me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169313008620/best-for-you

Tittle: Somewhere only we know

Summary: “Sing to me?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169705605465/somewhere-only-we-know

Tittle: Are you flirting with me?

Summary: “Are you flirting with me?” Logan said, almost out of breath. Roman chuckled, and jump to sit over the counter, “Yeah, have been for the last couple of months.”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170062225000/are-you-flirting-with-me

Tittle: Hate

Summary: “You still love him,” Roman sat next to the spectacled boy, holding his hand.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170347634525/hate

Tittle: Five Times Patton tried to help and one time he actually help

Summary: 5 + 1 Moxiety

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170486957855/five-times-patton-tried-to-help-and-one-time-he

Tittle: Night Cookies

Summary: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170617994974/night-cookies

URL: “You aren’t allowed to make omelets at 3am anymore.”

Tittle: Care

Summary: They’ve been fighting too much. They’ve been yelling too much. They’ve been cruel to each other.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/168732200950/why-do-you-care-logicality

Tittle: Definition of words

Summary: Unexpected, what a beautiful way to describe it. Unexpected, that’s the best way to describe what happened.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171873753560/definition-of-words

Tittle: Under

Summary: Roman couldn’t understand how he could get into situations like this. First it was Patton’s bellsprout who was always bit him for no reason, and that even now as a Victreebel would bite him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184089913070/why-is-it-always-snorlax

Tittle: 10 songs for you

Summary: Another 10 songs, 10 more fics

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184212794460/10-songs-for-you

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: Logince adopting little Patton

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184420739485/logince-adopting

Tittle: Logince drabble

Summary: It wasn’t as if Logan wasn’t used to this kind of messages from Roman, so when he received the text u free? He was already on his way to buy chocolate ice-cream (He still didn’t understand why always bought ice-cream, but that makes Roman happy).

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184488895815/6-logince

Tittle: “If I died, we’d be together now.” He heard the was Roman’s breath hitched and the way Richard swallowed, but he carry on.

Summary: The floor was wet, that was the first thing he noticed. He didn’t knew what he was feeling, but the floor was wet and he tried to only think about the wetness on the floor.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190924331365/4-mcr-moxiety

Tittle: Alone

Summary: “They began to drift away, I was left alone”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/190936915885/any-with-patton-20-disney

Tittle: Lies (Truths)

Summary: “You lie so good, that it taste as a truth.” He said, which was odd because Logan didn’t understand language like that. “But I can see right through you”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611362498492481536/13-you-lie-so-good-that-it-taste-as-a-truth

Tittle: Surroundings

Summary: Remus didn’t really understand his surroundings. He sometimes would stare into nothing and the rest of the world would stop existing.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611448476540289024/six-of-the-spanish-prompt-deceit-wanyone

Tittle: Okay

Summary: “I thought my heart had learn it’s lesson…”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611620772549689344/i-thought-my-heart-had-learned-its-lesson-with

Tittle: Without you

Summary: “What the hell would I be without you?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611627543965073408/le-gasp-1-with-virgil-and-the-light-sides

Tittle: Out

Summary: When Patton decided to study laws, it wasn’t the very first decision. It wasn’t that he was three years old and he already knew what he wanted to be.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612692969096691712/for-the-au-lawyer-au-since-u-are-a-lawyer

Tittle: Like

Summary: “Look, Remus, I know you know that I like you, but you don’t have to make fun of me.” “You like me back?!”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/612809931402444800/dukexiety-2-for-the-dodie-prompts

Tittle: Stereotypes

Summary: He will learn to love him, eventually.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613249881535053824/hey-are-you-still-doing-the-dodie-prompts-if-so

Tittle: Like you

Summary: “Why aren’t we boyfriends?”

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613257715220889600/how-about-2-royality-for-the-dodies-songs

Tittle: Mistakes

Summary: “Hey, there. God, it’s been so long…” “Fifteen years.” Damien said.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613873686503669760/12-im-going-to-try-to-fall-in-love-with-you

Tittle: True love

Summary: "Only true love" the witch has said, and Patton just wondered how his life turned into that cliché.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613891214176108544/if-youre-doing-the-dodie-prompts-what-about-4-i

Tittle: Right

Summary: “I want to hate Roman, and I know I should not feel like that. He’s supposed to be my soulmate, but I just need to know what happen to Rosaline.” You're supposed to have the name of your soulmate in your wrist. Logan didn't understand why he was different

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614441151867551744/1-soulmate-au-with-logince

Tittle: Falling (out of love)

Summary: Why can’t we all be together the way we used to be?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614695544307269632/6-why-cant-we-all-be-together-the-way-we-used

Tittle: Break

Summary: You break hearts as easily as you break promises.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614876166400196609/you-break-hearts-as-easily-as-you-break-promises

Tittle: Paranoia

Summary: Black tendrils were created, and this weren’t from Remus, because his were green and this weren’t octopus-like, but blob-like lines who were trapping him. He had never seen something like this, but then again, imagination was weird.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615146188456542208/hey-if-you-are-doing-those-steven-universe

Tittle: Happiness

Summary: And he did get it, he was the romantic side, of course he understood that love works weirdly, this wasn’t anyone’s fault, but he couldn’t help but feel… sad? jealous? angry?

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615324132180099072/p-16-for-the-angst-prompts-p

Tittle: Dukexiety drabble

Summary: Remus was humming between the small kissed he was peppering all over Virgil’s face.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615515180477169664/p-steven-universe-prompts-song-b-p

Tittle: Sk8r Boi

Summary: Roman, to this day, regretted the way he turned down Dee. I don’t date freaks. He laughed at his face, and Dee, so kind and sympathetic smiled at him.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615796686925758464/sk8er-boi

Tittle: Heaven

Summary: Virgil knew this was wrong, he knew that staring at him, that feeling this way about him was wrong, and yet, here he was.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613169652413120512/6-for-dodie-songs-prinxiety-please-at-first-i

Long Fics:

Tittle: Blame the kids

Summary: Logan was a dedicated teacher. Marion was a social worker with two kids. The kids were jerks.

CH1: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158571005320/blame-the-kids

Ch2: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158612697360/blame-the-kids

Ch3: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158645531405/blame-the-kids

Ch4: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158670824710/blame-the-kids

Ch5: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158830953930/blame-the-kids

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159386247160/2-morality-and-anxiety-please

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159406210415/theyre-not-your-kids-back-the-fck-off-dads

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159889795725/i-wont-let-anything-hurt-you-ever-again-morality

Tittle: Ink on my skin

Summary: Patton didn’t know why his soulmate never replied back, maybe he was shy, maybe he was a jerk.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163162329325/ink-on-my-skin

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/163296196130/ink-on-my-skin-words-i-couldnt-say

Ch3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/165238014935/ink-on-my-skin-across-the-world

Tittle: The Walls [COMPLETE]

Summary: The world was supposed to fill with colors once you met the special person. Once your soulmate came and you first saw each other, the colors would have appeared in your world, because you finally find them. In an ideal world that would happen. In that same ideal world, maybe Logan Sanders haven’t gone blind.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169527984870/the-walls

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/169791601560/the-walls-ii

Tittle: Counting (on you)

Summary: You owe me 5,000,000 kisses and apparently you take that seriously. Soulmate AU. Reincarnation AU. Also knowns as the fic where Logan and Roman reincarnated to meet each other.

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/170773255340/counting-on-you

Ch2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/181540924990/counting-on-you-2

Tittle: Home [COMPLETE]

Summary: “Let’s create a home together.” Virgil never understood the implications behind that.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/171636761895/home

Drabble1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611906369199685632/can-u-write-something-related-to-ur-fic-home-the

Tittle: Only the Ocean

Summary: Pirate AU. “It was almost as if the ocean would talked to me, you know" Remus did know, of course he did.“Yes, I understand."Logan have always feel a deep connection with the sea, for some reason.

Prelude: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613272952165761024/only-the-ocean-prelude-hey-there-lonely-girl

Ch1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613950425861963776/only-the-ocean-ch-1

Ch2:https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/615396862237753344/only-the-ocean-ch-2

AUs:

Ghost AU: http://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159554117120/ghost-au-or-hautedsanders

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159594014910/omg-could-you-please-write-the-anxiety-calling

Drabble 2: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159611548890/how-did-they-bond-like-roman-and-logan

Drabble 3: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159650462680/just-wanted-to-say-i-really-love-your-ghost-au

Drabble 4: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654108230/roman-and-alex-bonding-plsss-ghost-au

Drabble 5: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159654552130/how-did-thomas-meet-the-ghosts

Drabble 6: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159678297110/maruo-reacting-to-anxs-injuries-and-everyone

Drabble 7: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/159979891240/im-sorry-but-i-need-more-ghost-aus-in-my-life-i

Drag Queen AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184242978535/drag-queen-sides

Drabble 1: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184312618735/thrilled

Youtuber AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184253745495/youtuber-au

Drabble: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184332996175/angst-better-yet-give-me-the-forbidden-patton

Avatar AU: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/166162214500/that-avatar-au-no-one-asked-for

Total Drama:

Title: Second Chances

Summary: Alejandro didn’t believe in second chances.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158355217870/alenoah-77-or-58-or-maybe-both-thanks

Tittle: Friendship

Summary: It was weird, what they formed.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158357717570/could-you-do-a-team-escope-with-94-thanks

Tittle: Animal Instincts

Summary: His mother used to said that if an animal didn’t like a certain person, then that said person was cruel on the inside. Somehow, Noah grew into that phrase, and most of the time that was correct.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147736924505/36-alenoah-thanks

Tittle: Scars

Summary: Four facts of two different people.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/147737685060/for-the-free-drabble-nowen-6

Yugioh GX:

Tittle: Bittersweet

Summary: Don’t forget what we had.

URL: https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/158362367885/so-how-about-a-rivalshiping-gx-89

My Prompt Lists:

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/125690533615/leave-me-a-number-emoji-and-pairing-free

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/613899604018249728/another-promptlist-the-musical-edition

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611447398678577152/dodies-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/611360983579066368/prompts-songs-in-spanis

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/184374183115/lady-gagas-songs-prompt-list

https://yuna-dan.tumblr.com/post/614710295386079232/steven-universe-prompts

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Dark puzzles

I can finally post my gifts! Summary: Virgil visits the dark sides. He finally realised his actions may have been shit. Will they take him back or reject him like he rejected them after leaving? (Dee hisses a lot.) Tags: death/execution/stoning/slaughter mention, serial killer mention, politics implied, mass shooting mention, implied animal cruelty, Remus being fucking Remus and being absolutely odd, sexual innuendo if you wanna read it that way (nothing worse than canon Remus), emetophobia (mention), mentions of skinning, mentions of making out, a bit of crying, non-sexual nudity, mentions of body horror (slight bc Remus), mention of bugs/cockroaches, porn mention, reference to snake anatomy, “platonic safewords”, implied synethesia, mention of depression, ADHD Remus (implied, stimming mention), tentacles but nonsexual (it looks like a lot but is basically just remus being remus)

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The night struck the seemingly empty apartment. Silence hung in the air, heavy like a loaded truck. The whole place looked much like the rest of Thomas’ home if it was not for the rather dark looks. Some things were laying around carelessly, almost as if dropped right after the moment of use. It was so different from the light side’s space but it was still strangely similar. It was like looking into a mirror but one that twisted things and turned reality into something it was and was not at the same time instead of reflecting it properly.

Roman had explained it quite well when he had tried to explain his relationship to Remus, the other side of creativity. However, it never explained the relationship the dark sides had among one another. Virgil had not once spoken about it and while Deceit had teased the idea of their connection, it remained a mystery. As always, Remus seemed too confusing and changing like the flowing water in a river to actually get information out of him.

All the light sides knew were that Virgil used to be a dark side until Thomas started accepting and including him and even worked to hear him out as much as possible. Deceit was on the way to it but he still had not shared his name. Patton tried his best to pave the way for Thomas to accept him too but now it was their way to try and accommodate someone other than Virgil for once. Thomas knew about how Virgil used to be a dark side and it had prompted him enough to make a start and encourage Deceit to join their VLOG once. Patton did his best to ask the lying side to join their activities and general meetings such as eating together, just hanging out or accompanying Thomas during certain events.

Still, .. Deceit was not all in and neither was Remus. Remus was a lot harder to win over for one of the sides. Thomas had issues accepting the Duke as he was but he made an effort to go slow and ease up into it (which made it somewhat more manageable but it was still work). Logan kept warning him to never overdo it or force himself into acceptance since that would be counterproductive as well.

There was just so much to pay attention to and the light sides as well as the others were just in a myriad of shards, their respective spaces of the mind absolute messes compared to before. It counted for the mind space the light sides were in charge of. The space the others inhabited looked unusually clean for someone like Remus living in that area. Virgil carefully stepped through the dark version of the living room and carefully looked around. Remus’ whole outfit was there. Just dropped right on the spot and there was a banana peel, perked up on the table in all provocation it could come up with.

The anxious side ducked a bit as he let his gaze roam over the floor before him. Having Remus around was a lot since usually, things like Lego stones and similar things were jut laying around. Sometimes they popped out of his body for no reason or literally any reason at all. Magic trick? Sure thing. Oh, rather a random intermission? Right there for ya! Feel like lifting up the mood? Everyone likes Lego. Fucking around with Dee? Pull out the stones and leave them laying around on the floor just for getting on the perfectionist’s nerves.

Alright, sometimes Lego stones were needles, pins or straight up frozen nipples digging into your skin. One could never really know with Remus around. Consistency did not necessarily exist with him, neither did it in this place - probably correlation, as Logan would conclude.

Virgil carefully dipped closer to the kitchen. He could hear the steady flow of water running and the repetitive yet random ticking of the clock. There was no rhythm to the time flowing in here yet at least the sink did the trick of sticking to physics. If he had not gone into this space with a certain determination filling him, he would have been affected by the sound of measured time passing. But he came here for something.

Remus was probably asleep or some shit so he could not fuck around with the laws of nature. Or he just did not feel like it. That was more like it. His moods painted the mindscape and shaped the loose for it usually took.

Dee... Dee was around. He had to be around. Time running wild was his way of insisting that time was just another dumb concept society came up with in order to trap everyone in a certain system and enslave the people according to certain measures as were scales and the BMI or grades. Actually, everything was pure evil in the eye and a half of a frustrated snake.

The once-upon-a-time-dark-side carefully stepped closer, finally having reached over to the kitchen. Anxiety was sitting heavy in his gut. A big, dark pitfall of emotions and dread eating him up form the inside out. It was the pure panic as always. Virgil had always dreaded these moments but with his heart on his tongue at the moment, honesty up his sleeves and pure openness in his eyes, he was scared of bringing his vulnerable state into a conversation with the angry snake. He had all right to be angry. They used to have it all and now, all he had served to split up what they used to be. It was his fault.

The anxious trait took a shake breath and blinked over the snake and took off his big jacket.

“Damien.”

After this, a lot of things happened at the same time and Virgil could do nothing but blink.

Dee immediately spun around, something in his hands and immediately slipping from his exposed fingers. Too slipper to keep up an angry grip on all that was real and all that was a potential reality. Virgil flinched as the plate crashed onto the floor and burst into an uncountable amount of little fragments, only held together by the idea of how this used to be a plate once in a lifetime. Now not Remus painted the space but the white porcelain directed what this place would look like from now on.

The sound had Virgil let go off his jacket and freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Caught off-guard and prepared for nothing ever in his entire life, he inhaled sharply. Dee’s piercing eyes nailed him to the wall he had kept close to. There was no hat, no cape and no gloves either. They were both vulnerable. Equally so. The dark space was a place for them to be who they were at any moment and with any mood they could come up with. They were loosely bound to Thomas’ experience but they were much freer than the light sides. Partly because they were not as involved in his life but also because Thomas did not pull them into question of fulfilling tasks for him in his cognitive processes. He rarely took deception into consideration, neither did he often summon the darker themes of his creativity.

Hence, the sides varied their appearance when not with Thomas. The light sides just did not insist on it too much because they were legitimate parts of Thomas, they both identified as such. It was a mutual relationship. The others were not so lucky. They varied greatly from their origin. When Thomas did not imagine them to be in a certain way, they let their own imagination and potency flow and just existed, sometimes even without corporal form.

Virgil pressed himself against the wall, staring at his ex-friend with a blank expression. Purple panic dripped into his face. The lying side stared back at him. Silence stretched out between them like a lazy cat trying to get a tan.

Dee carefully patted his hands dry, the scaled fingers dancing around the towel and gently gripping it ever so slightly. Virgil wondered whether anyone knew how delicate Damien’s grip could be when he wanted to. No matter the temper tantrums, he had never been a violent or brutal type. He was a delicate touch, a person to stay in your mind for his mind, for his eyes and his arguments that would stick with you even months after your encounter.

“He-hey”, Virgil mumbled. He was speaking through his teeth as he bit down onto his lips and looked at the other. Dee was readily putting his hat and gloves back on as he let the first greeting slide and with a dull snip of his fingers, his cape was back in place.

“Hello, Virgil”

The anxious trait carefully shrug his shoulders and averted his gaze. The floor looked interesting again despite there being no more obstacles to worry about with Deceit working on consistent order and banishing Remus from wrecking havoc outside of his room. It was new.. but it seemed like a change he did not hate. If he was allowed to judge it after all... it did not feel as if he was all too welcome after all. He could not exactly blame Damien for that. Virgil sighed. He had been a bad friend. A truly shitty companion and he got what he deserved when the other’s gaze simply wandered through him as if he was made of glass and anything but his existence was more interesting than him.

“I-I’.. sorry.”

Damien continued looking through him. By now his clothed fingers worked to adjust his bowler head, the coal colour resonating with his aura. Virgil could feel darkness oozing from the other. It was common to be more sensitive to certain influences in this corner of Thomas’ mind but Virgil had forgotten just how intense it was for him to be around the liar, not too far away from the chaotic creativity either. The influence was undeniable and while it could shut up people like Logan, Virgil felt his tongue feel nearly freed.

“Ssssorry?”

The word hit him like a whip and made him jump. It lashed out onto him, revealing wrath and destructive powers while the hiss lingered after him. It was the sneakingly slow threat of a snake. Virgil nodded eager as the word shot into his ears and he carefully rubbed over his exposed arms. It suddenly felt so much colder. He was all exposed on his own, now.

He did not think he could deal with this.

“You are sorry why? Because you interrupted me?”, the words were glowing like the last piece of blaze in a campfire on a trip into the lonely woods. Virgil forced his eyes shut. He should just say it. Just rip it off like a band-aid. That was what he could do, yeah. He should just..just speak up and get it out. He knew he could, it was like saying his name, it was like saying Damien’s name-

“Dee, I -I fucked up!”

He dug his hands into his lower arms as he curled them around himself and pushed his limbs into his lower abdomen. Maybe he was not real, but the panic and the dread was. It was a dark shadow spreading within him and poking him in all the sensitive spots. It rose and spread and stretched all over him like ingested poison travelling through a body.

One of Deceit’s many arms ducked out from under his cape and he handed Virgil a tissue without further comment. All his hands were gloved in yellow. He just rarely used them all at once. When did you ever need six arms? Virgil took the little tissue with care. Warmth spread from one hand to another and he gently padded at his eyes.

The anxious side was obviously working hard to be absolutely in an extreme state of overdrive with his makeup darkening a large part of his face, eyeshadow opaque and thick on his skin. Damien must have realised Virgil would not just come down for nothing and try to force his tears back while talking to him. He might have his feelings about their situation but he was no fool. He could sense a special situation when it was in front of him. Or maybe he just wanted him gone because having him around was possibly bothering. Was it because the triggered memories pained him or simply due to Virgil taking up valuable time and space Dee could put to much better use than interactions with the former dark side.

“Sweetie, what brought you here? Does Patton need anything? Thomas, perhaps?”

He assumed, with mild interest, that someone had sent Virgil down to them because he was very much able to be rather unaffected by the other dark sides. He did feel their influence but it did ultimately not bring out anything excessive within him due to his own history of being one of them. That being the case, it would not corrupt Thomas in any way. Maybe this Virgil was just another of Remus’ experiments to show Deceit that he was, in fact, not over their previous friendship and started intervening with Thomas’ business for more than just benefits but also to show Virgil’s new “friends” that he knew more about him, that he had more power over him after all.

The other carefully shook his head and bit down onto his lip with more force. The snake could see the dark lips paling and caving as small dents appeared in it.

If Virgil could, he would cuddle into the depth of his jacket and curl into the oversized mess that was basically a whole fucking blanket to him. His body was meant to swim in this thing! However, right now he was standing in front of Dee, sweatshirt covering him as much as his bangs and the usual ripped black jeans. All he could do was play with his thin sleeves, pick at them and stare at his fidgeting fingers as he hunched over and shook his head.

If he came down into the comfort of Deceit’s space, then he needed to show he was of good intentions and reveal a bit more of himself that he other side did not quite know enough about. It was like playing poker and he had caught up on when to risk and when to play it safe. He needed to pay a tribute and raise the stakes.

“No, nobody sent me.”

He straightened his back, the curve around his shoulders disappearing and instead his body rose into a more straight-up position. His body was slightly hover over Damien. The lying side was slightly shorter and the tip of his head reaches about Virgil’s nose. Actually, he was not just smaller than Virgil but all in all, the shortest of the sides who have openly interacted with Thomas so far. Funnily enough, Remus was the tallest and nobody ever talked about it because everyone could just manipulate their heights anyway (given Thomas did not actively imagine them in a certain way).

“I sent myself”, he said with a shrug, eyes still darting into any direction but Damien’s piercing gaze, “I wanted to come.”

The shorter side shifted but stayed in place. Upon clearing his throat, he prompted his ex-friend again. Even the thought of the prefix to this term hurt.

“Oh, Virgil. Did Patton finally give up on you?”

Something sparkled in the other’s face and his cheeks pushed themselves upwards in circular-shaped hills of laughter.

“Did your happy friends finally get enough of you sso now you come crawling back to me because you are sscared to be alone. Because you refussse to be the only bad guy, sszweetie?”

His words rolled off his lavish tongue, heavy and sweet like honey but they were spice to his open wounds. The more he talked, the more hot and hurtful energy they seemed to charge. The boiling hiss shot its explosive load right at Virgil. It felt like Romans’ sword practice with the Dragon Queen had to feel for the latter party. They were directed at Virgil’s heart and thrusted right into it. At least Anxiety was more than ready for Deceit’s lies and attempts at hurting him in return for having been hurt before by his all he had done.

God, how could he ever have done that. He really fucking deserved and that just made it worse for him to cope with this. It was a last straw but it was all he could focus in when he felt panic creep into his system like the despicable hoard of cockroaches everyone tried to keep locked away.

“Inktea”

Damien blinked. For a moment, the force of his presence seemed to distance itself a bit It let Virgil breathe just a tad better.

“Pardon me?”

Without any other moment passing, the kitchen lights flickered and a rather happy yet naturally clothed Remus appeared in the room. Which was nothing but a euphemism for Remus being in all the glory of how nature had made him. ...Or Thomas, actually.

“You summoned me?”

His voice scratched over the kitchen surfaces and made the snake man groan in response. The room was immediately filled with the gradually intensifying reek of ivy and something unidentifiable. It smelled familiarly unpleasant but at the same time, it was a somewhat oddly comforting smell. Like one of those things that smelled bad but still made one smell them again because they were actually not that bad but kinda got one all hooked up but were ...reek after all.

Still, there was not a single moment in life during which Virgil was more relieved (or positively feeling at all) about the Duke being finally a part of the gathering. Especially considering the man did not even have the decency to cover his personal parts.

“Nobody ssssummoned you”, he hissed back at the other and picked up Virgil’s jacket with one of his many hands. “And Virgil isss on hiss way out!”

The Duke let out a cartoon-like huff. His voice was comically shrill and annoying. It was so high-pitched, it made Damien wonder just how the fuck this man was a part of Thomas after all. Then again, they were all differing to certain degrees for more than just good reasons. It did nothing to help anyone over the fact that a loud and intense contribution from Remus had the capacity to hurt ears.

“Eh- sounds like bullshit to me, Virgil called the safeword on us. I am here. The rules said for me to join if I can and I can. And you made the rules so fuck you, Dee. And you know I gladly will!”

While Remus’ voice made a leap from strong and confident, the good impression immediately yielded to yet another drop into the scratchy sound of his voice. And the even more horrible imagery to come with his words. Dee blinked in reply at the statement.

“He wh-”

Remus turned to look at Virgil, his eyes widening in his calm chaos.

“Emo!”, he cheered and spread his arms, approaching the unusually exposed figure, “you came back!”

Virgil let out a protesting sound and shoved the tall man away by his chest, his nose scrunching up just enough for it to show a difference on his facial features as they pulled into a little wrinkles for a moment just short enough for someone to notice.

“Yeah, still don’t like hugs, eh.”

Virgil threw the Chaos Creativity a look. Remus squeaked in delight like an excited puppy.

“Also you are kinda naked, dude. Not my comfort.”

Remus tilted his head, wide shockingly open eyes staring into the void that was Virgil before him.

“Oh. That sounds like a YOU problem, tho!”

Virgil squeaked and shook his head as Remus made a dove for him, trying to catch him in his hug but the usually rather lethargic man was quick to dodge and flee himself next to Damien instead who just eyes the two as if he was staring at a camera in The Office. Honestly, at this point, he might have just been in this show, considering how everyone around him behaved so ridiculously.

“Stop it, you two”

His voice interjected as Remus arched his back and ... uh,, kinda hissed like a cat in an attempt to mimic a war screech and be somewhat intimidating. At least that it what it seemed to be like when Virgil jumped away like chased prey getting trapped and Remus just got ready to drop down and jump after him. It was a lot like dog and cat since Virgil was such a little shit after all. It was almost like old times.

Deceit’s six arms jumped out and grabbed the two before they could run through the whole mindspace and ruin the whole order he had just established. (With Remus around, the whole place was just a second away from burning down or spontaneously combustion but..well, the short side somewhat decided to bother enough to care about any of this.)

“You sssit down. And we will talk about this. You do not get to walk out of our livess and just pop back in and play with Remus like he iss your best friend when you left without a word. He may have the attention span of a dying mayfly but you don’t get to jussst barge in here like that. Not on my watch.”

Virgil could nearly hear a pun in his ears, Patton’s cheerful voice and little giggle ringing in his memory with a hint of nostalgia to it. Something on his face must have given away enough of his mental images for Damian to let go and look him over for a minute.

“Nobody is forcing you. You can go. You can always walk out of here. I will not stop you and I will make sure Remus won’t either, sweetie.”

A little bit of soft sparked in Dee and for a moment, the reek from Remus was not as bad. For a moment, the past never happened and they were just .. friends.. like they used to be before Thomas had decided to change something about himself. Light blinked in Virgil’s heart. For just a moment. And there was warmth between them

“...okay.”

Remus whistled and gave the two a smirk. A seemingly knowing one. His eyes were reading books and porn at the same time as they reflected the couple before him.

“You two need to get a room”

And then, without another prompt.

“Are kitchens rooms? Kitchens are rooms but do not count as rooms. Such horrible thing! In rooms you do private things like slaughtering your pet and now you do not have any privacy in the kitchen? Did slaughter become a social event?”

Virgil blinked at him. Kinda.. Kinda did not miss that part of the dark sides.. not really. He sighed in vain. Remus continued on.

“Now, consider. Beheadings were public and so was the execution by guillotine and then there was also the case of stoning people - well actually that is still a thing! And also, there are bull fights and the media feasting on mass shootings anD-”

With a snap of Dee’s fingers, the kitchen was gone and the chaotic Creativity fell onto a leathery couch. Plain. Black. Remus sighed- possibly in distaste. The side felt insulted by how simple everything around here seemed to be. Damien was like the Logic of the dark sides. Boring (to put it maliciously) and simple and Remus had his thoughts on the lying short stack but he also has his thoughts on the lack of blood and man-eating jelly plants around here. It was shocking to say at least but well, it was not his fault the lying side decided to live without the true beauty of a precious life dedicated to creativity.

Virgil was seated next to Remus, rather unceremoniously falling into his corner of the couch and scrambling to shift into a more comfortable position on the icky feelings below him. He retreated his arms into his sleeves and let his palms push down onto his knees. Leather was so cold and stiff and - A shiver ran down his spine and he visibly shook. Just the thought of how much he disliked the feeling of it made him feel worse about where he was sitting

“Wait, I can dress up for you! I will make it super hot, tho!”

Remus shot up before Deceit could stop him and the Duke was gone for but a moment just to freshly pop up in an actual dress. It was short, barely covering his fine ass that Thomas had worked on so well. The long legs were covered in fishnets -probably made from actual fishnets he used to catch some octopus friends because why not. There was no reason to what he did, just ‘mood’ as Virgil would say and a sense of curiosity that Logan would envy to have. The black of his dress was slightly floating but it was rather simple compared to Remus' usual attire (given he was clothed at all). The front has strings to tie him into the dress and adjust his slightly bulky figure. He was a bit broader than Thomas but the dress easily reached up to the middle of his upper arms and concealed his inviting shoulders. Some intricate green ornaments decorated the part of the dress that could be tied together flexibly. The strings were silver, slightly sparkling and looking about as strangely fitting as the skunk streak in the garbage man's nest of a hair. The dress hugged Remus' body shape in all places, adjusting to his form like an actual birth suit.

Remus flopped down again and sprawled over the couch, excitement glimmering in his eyes like dreams and hopes of children a moment before it was time to receive gifts on the holy night. He really reminded Damien of a of a dog. It made him wonder how Patton had not tried adopting him yet but that was another part of hypocrisy he did not have the nerve to think about at the moment.

“uh... thanks, Ree”, he mumbled in reply and the dark creativity sniffed the little sounds the other made like expensive perfume gracing his nostrils. His head inched closer but Virgil did not make any inclination to meet him.

Damien was standing before them, his stance implying that he did not plan on joining them on the couch but instead stare into them. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, Double D?”

Ah. How original. Virgil giggled and Remus looked as if he would spontaneously hyperventilate if Virgil did any other thing around him, willingly, without even gaining a bit of dark eyeshadow. Dee blinked, unamused.

“You used the word, darling. Why are you here and why are you saying these things?”

The snake man let his eyes gaze at the puddle of black and purple once more, a clear sigh provided despite Remus’ clear intention to leap onto the ...the intruder. Deceit could not even think about how he felt about this but it was a strong sensation within him, from as far as he could tell. It felt as if he was about to split from his own existence or immediately vomit his guts out. ... difficult to describe but something within him felt sick, as if he had ingested poison he could not quite handle. It was something he rarely ever handled..

The bitter taste of the unwanted truth. A product by cold reality.

Virgil scratched the back of his head and carefully drew his legs closer to himself.

“Uh... I.. I thought it all over and.. I -I am sorry, okay? I fucked up, messed it all up big time and I get it. I..um did a lot of stupid shit and I regret it but I thought this was different.”

The anxious trait sighed and played with his sleeves, pulling at them a tearing at the ends of them.

“I thought.. I thought we were all bad for Thomas and then I tried to not be bad but you all still were and I really believed that we actually harmed him before and that you wanted to bring him down... when I am the only who really did.”

Dee blinked at the speaking person.

“I made a mistake and I.. I am sorry.”

Virgil shrugged and brushed through his bangs, the hazel strands falling through his fingers with ease.

“I should have talked to you or something”, he started and let out a heavy sigh, “literally anything rather than just fucking off like the coward I am. Uh, anxiety things I guess. Fight or flight and all..”

The man in question shrugged and Remus let out a little squeak in response. It reminded him of an aroused pig but with Remus, nobody could really tell with confidence. It was just assumptions and educated guesses.. or literally any random suggestions which are probably more likely to hit the spot than any logical deduction could ever get to.

Dee looked between Remus and Virgil for a moment. He could not feel the anxious trait lying at all. Usually he would feel a contradiction in himself, in the world itself. The liar would see the lie in the words, he would see the letters break and fall apart because they had no ground to stand on. There was no truth to build up on that that could keep the words together.

“Really, you get anxious?”, Remus piped up with his voice ending on a slightly increased volume in all the seriousness his chaotic mind could come up with. Virgil simply glared at him before rolling his eyes so hard, it looked as if they might as well just pop out and leave his face forever. Remus briefly wondered whether he could kinda suck on them but that would probably be a bit too close for the purple man.

“Yeah, no fucking shit, Sherlock. I AM Anxiety. I gotta do my job at least somehow.”

Remus snickered and stuck his tongue out at the other without further comments. Damien let out a little sigh and rubbed his temples. No word in the English language had the capacity to describe the emotional state he was in at this moment. It was a lot, akin to taking one of these depression showers after a big and greasy depression nap. When feeling better yet still bad, the feeling of comfort and ugliness clashed together in this weird mix. And at the end of all, there was Dee. Washed with the waters of truth and refreshed with new information and feelings but he was but a clean slate, a tabula rasa and absolutely void of experience to deal with this.

He knew how to handle Virgil before he left, he knew how to handle Remus before Virgil had left. Deceit used to have it all under control and now it was coming back but it was not quite the same.

“Virgil, let me be clear here”, he started eventually.

His voice was settled, sedated like a tired dinner in among loving family with young children.

“I am sorry, too.”

The anxious side blinked rapidly, jaw falling open just a tad for Dee to acknowledge it with a little nod and even a smile.

“Yes, I know.”

He shook his head.

“We all made mistakes, sweetheart. We made the mistakes to tale Thomas’ changes personal.”

For once, not a single lie or condescension weighed the value of his words down. The truth liberated his sentence and let the sounds of his verbalisations fly through the air like a happy bird baby that had finally learned how to navigate through the air and raise up into the sky.

Dee sighed and made a somewhat swipe-like gesture with his gloved fingers. Virgil shoved himself into the middle of the couch and Remus immediately retreated his legs to himself for his favourite emo to have some space next to him. Remus let out another squeal and started bouncing a little, his body trembling like some strange sea monster in the middle of the ocean that only moved for the sake of shaking the water and causing some waves.

Again, Remus was simply a fucked over yet absolutely endearing dog. Loyal, excited.

“Hug?!” Remus blinked. Somehow, his bouncing got more intense.. The fabric of his dress was slightly shifting here and there, his body budging along with him but his butt was mostly staying on the couch rather than wobbling up and down like the odd jell-o creature he made himself out to be.

This man was going to explode if he did not get to stim or at least have someone to be squished within the death grip of his arms. The touch-starved eyes glances over Virgil again and then continued on, eventually locking with Dee’s wondrous eyes.

“Still don’t like touches, Ree”

Virgil tried a soft smile in reply only to be countered with a scoff from behind him. He turned around, meeting Deceit’s intense glare as he shook his head slowly. His tongue clicked a few times for added suspense and the extra effect of scolding a kid.

“Virgil, I told you before. It takes a liar, to know a liar. You don’t need to save face here.”

The addressed man shook his head, heat rising to his face and painting red over his cheeks. His chest burned like hay.

“I-I am not lying! I told you before, I meant all I said, I-”

“Shhht”

Dee pressed a clothed finger to Virgil’s lips and winked.

“Sometimes, you need to be quiet, my little raccoon. You know as much as I do that there is touch you would never say no to.”

Damien’s voice dropped low, travelling over his skin and leaving imprints in the form of goosebumps all over his body as his words made their way over to Virgil.

“Darling, you and I both know that you enjoy touch if it is just the right one. Now, what is the matter? Do you have a problem with the touches Remus would give you? He is not Patton.”

Virgil curled up on himself and shook his head violently, gently hugging his legs and hiding in them. His sweatshirt was far from enough at this point. His skin screamed for more to cover him in these trying times of social interaction. Being put on the spot was an especially extreme case of socialising. At the same time, his body did not even burn enough to challenge whatever he felt whenever he was around Roman or Patton a lot. Logan was not even a person to throw him off.

“I-”

Remus already charged at him and rolled his heavy body onto Virgil’s in a sudden movement. Squeals and little squeaks accompanied his sudden leap and he threw his arms around Virgil to engulf his friend in the fluffy trap of his physical love. A muffled sound came from the emo but he finally wrapped his arms around the other and let his head be tucked under Remus’ chin and mumbled some words of little meaning.

Dee watched the scene for a moment, a warmth blooming within him, unfolding and spreading until he actually felt a warm sensation tug at him. Remus.

The chaotic trash master carefully pulled at him. His movements were soft and repetitive so he would not rip the other’s clothing yet still get his attention easily. Once his focus was acquired, the lying side did not wait for Remus to ask him again and he leaned in, his chest soft pressing against Virgil’s slightly bigger body. His muscles were tangible from under thin sweatshirt he was wearing after he had taken off his clothing as special sign of vulnerability.

Nobody made him regret it. Not a single act or word had given Virgil just enough of a shock to summon his clothing back around his body or transfer his body back into his room, into the safety he desired and required when he pressed the panic button of this last-minute appearance in his own four walls.

The three remained in the soft comfort of one another for several moment. Just breathing in the weird mixture of Virgil’s rather decent yet rather sweet smell, Dee’s scent that reminded everyone of nature and then there was the weird, oddly slimy and sticky smell of saltiness that emanated off the Duke. It also reminded him of ivy but that was covered by Deceit as well. Whatever it was, it felt like the weirdest yet somewhat greatest mix to ever exist. It was like chocolate and mint. It was weird but at the same time still tasty. To some people at least. For some reason, it was actually a real treat during winter time. Like pumpkin being an autumn thing, mint and cinnamon were the spices and scents of the cooler months in a year.

“How was that again?”, Dee teased softly, “ ‘don’t hug me, I’m scared’, isn’t that right?”

A low grumble could be heard from the violet spider in Dee’s many arms and Ree’s long limbs.

“Aw, come on, Virgil. Don’t be like that. I just want you to be honest with yourself. Who knows who long you will let me around this time.”

A growl could be heard but this time it came from the taller of the three.

“Deeeeeeeeeeee” The scratchy whine reached a nasty level. “Don’t be meaaaaaan! He used the word for stopping and we are stopping! It is the rules! You made the rules and you have to play by the rules or you are a bad person to play with!”

Remus retreated to his corner of the couch again, slightly tugging at Virgil but ultimately leaving him in the centre. The snake man looked back at the dark Creativity and nodded.

“It had been so long anyone ever used the word, I nearly forgot. Oh honey, even before you left, you were the only one to really make use of the word.”

Virgil brushed through his precious bangs once more as if to brush off the sudden sweetness in Dee’s voice and the space he had gained despite Remus’ obvious desire for more affection and proximity.

“You kinda made that word a thing so I could clock out whenever you guys got too far with me. No wonder I am the only one to use this shit.”

Damien rolled his eyes playfully. He then allowed the others back into the hug and the pouting tentacle man was quick to squish their dark friend between him and the snake. Deceit’s body fit right together with Remus and Virgil, their position natural, almost necessary between them. Their existence was linked together. They were hooks - all attached to one another and difficult to get apart, even when trying a lot. It did obviously not really work out even now. They were just “simply meant to be”, as Roman would probably sing for them.

Remus carefully nuzzled Virgil’s neck and sent tickles and shivers down the other’s body.

“HEY!”

Virgil pushed his body as far away from Remus as he could. By far, a harsh activity to submit himself to, seeing that he was sandwiched between the two dark sides in a rather close hug. All he did was essentially drive himself into Damien’s many arms. Once he was pressed against Deceit, he looked at the Duke, lips pushed into a pout and head ducked like a cautious kitten.

And then he let out the most slurred excuse of a hiss one had ever heard in the history of human life. That man was threatening no one but children with a lisp who feared the idea of being put on the spot when working out their little speech impediment whenever they heard a faulty ‘s’ around them.

Remus giggled. Oh he giggled like a crazy maniac when he got started. The sounds quickly shot into a pitch so high, his voice doubled down on taking it further yet basically cracked and came out in nothing but squeaks that resembled the level of intrusion from a door creaking whenever someone as much as just looked at them. He pounced onto the emo again and hugged Damien and Virgil with his immensely long arms and inhumane power to just squish the two smaller sides together.

“Remus- What the actual hell”

Deceit’s words were met with no verbal answer. Instead, he was allowed to witness Remus being himself in all his shameless glory. A purr could be heard as the predator stuck his face close to Virgil’s neck much to the other’s dismay (which he voiced in several moments of squeaking out ‘no’ and hiding his head away in Dee’s cape).

And then. I t. happened.

Remus had gotten close enough to not just nuzzle Virgil again - which he did not, for that matter - but instead lick him all over his neck and make the light side freeze in motion and immediately fall silent.

“Mine.”

“Remus you sick fuck, howmst the fuck darest thou”

Virgil glared at the man. There was no fire in his eyes. Actually, he was even smiling while trying to rub the saliva off his neck, using the sleeve of his trusty sweatshirt. Remus had already pulled back in order to look at Virgil, a lazy grin spreading over his lips as they broadened.

“I think we need to claim Dee, so he is all ours only~ Care to give me a hand?”

Anxiety’s face reflected Remus’ own smirk all of a sudden. A true mirror at hand and without another blink of an eye, the two strove forward to launch themselves at Dee. However, the lying side was quick to jump out of reach and off the couch. Within a heartbeat, he was gone and quickly made a run for the hallway - all but in reach of the two dorks who wanted to wet his cheeks and claim him for some stupid reasons they made up in their tiny pea brains!

He dashed away, casting abandonment on the others as he sprinted forward. Heads clashed together and Remus jumped down to follow the lead of their prey while Virgil rubbed his forehead. A small yet visible patch of red started fading onto his pale skin and he could feel his head aching and wounded place throbbing uncomfortably.

They were mental projections of Thomas’ personality but if they could be hurt and get emotional, they might experience physical pain, temporarily. This one counted as one of these moments in which he felt actual agony and it was not over one of Logan’s issues with taking proverbs literal or Patton making puns or, behold, Roman serenading all his activities and generally breaking into songs at any given moment. ... they all had issues, and sometimes they were a lot, okay?

“Stay away from me!”

Remus screeched in laughter while Dee ran back to the kitchen, his hat flying due to the speed of his attempt at a dramatic escape as fast as possible from these lovable idiots.

“Don’t dare the Dukey ~”

Damien jumped out of reach once more but the kitchen had been the closest choice and then again just a dead end. He was trapped. Virgil was finally back on board and trailed after the others with sneaky, fast-paced steps. His movements echoed through the hall and let the yellow man narrow his eyes at the entrance to the kitchen. Shreds of white were flying across the floor as Deceit’s hurrying feet kicked them around.

It was coming.

“Raccoon! Come over here~ Our friendo needs help with our affection”

Dee was glaring at the other.

“Keep your filthy tongues away, you heathens. I. dare. You.”

The Duke was suddenly silent and still and Virgil nudged him in the side as soon as he reached up to him. He was not that fast compared to the other sides.

“Yo snake, come on”

He did not budge.

“Talking about snakes, do you want to know what is up my butt th-”

“I can tell you for sure that nobody wants to know this right now, Ree”

The chaotic man snickered briefly, the sound resembling a shadow sneakily crawling away from its owner and moving on its own.

“Does this mean we can come back to this at another time?”

Virgil glared at him for a moment, scoffing but not minding the comment with any more words. Unbeknownst to him, Remus was using his Remusness for exactly this special time and promptly scooped up the trophy that was the lying side. During the whole exchange, he had used his tentacles to strive forward and reach for the man in cape and more. He was quick to work these things off so he could see the other in his usual attire again, the clothes he allowed himself to wear around The Others.

He was comfortable with them. The man dared to reveal himself when the was in the darker spaces of Thomas’ mind. Whenever he visited the light sides, he was notorious to cover up. Every patch of skin he could alienate from the original Thomas was to be hidden away. He was not him.

By now, he had to worry about several other things than just wearing clothing or losing his cape and glove to the tentacles. His tired glare merely graced over Remus. Deceit actually looked like a guys who has had his fair share of dealing with kindergarten children all day long, five days a fucking week for the rest of his time until fucking retirement.

“Do you feel better now that you removed my gloves, honey?”

Remus eagerly nodded at the man and his question. His voice dropped down into the usual tone he used to talk around the light sides, the sneaky sound of evading a straightforward answer.

“Now we can love you!”

Virgil shrugged, his lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah, dude, you gotta stay with us so we can, like, be nice or whatever.”

Dee dropped his shoulders and his usually upright position reverted to a slight slouch. Instead of a proud position, there was a comfort rather than the attempt at ascertaining dominance as he did in court. There was no need to do this here, not around his dear ones. Not around the people he could trust with his life.

“Only if you stay”, he whispered. His voice was a needle dropped in absolute silence.

“At least come around a lot, just come over some time.”

The vigilant side looked up at him and carefully inched closer until they were close enough to hug. Remus quickly moved over to join the hug, drawing the two slightly smaller sides to his warm chest. His tentacles, with the life of their own, slowly retreated. They had some clothes to chew on for now. Their transluscent green forms gradually inched away from the deceptive side and left the three have their moment of intimacy over their reunion.

“Now, Now, Snake Whisperer, Virgin. We will always stay together. I can glue us together if that helps you-”

He gently nudged him, making the classic man sniffled.

“I’m .. I am not able to just come back but I can drop in as much as Thomas’ mind lets me. I will stay around for as long as I physically and mentally am able to manage.” Virgil took a deep breath and wiped at the salty liquids that formed in his heterochromatic eyes, the precious gems of different colours and wild secrets. They held all that Thomas knew and repressed, it was all the knowledge about lying and certain obstacles in life.

“If you leave, I might skin you”

Virgil giggled.

“Please don’t say that”

“Please don’t leave”

“Please, shut up, you two.”

They all chuckled and Virgil pressed a kiss to Dee’s cheek while Remus leaned in to push his tongue against the other’s scales.

“Mine!”

Deceit snorted.

“You are such a fucking mess.”

Remus kissed the top of his head and gently tugged him and Virgil closer once more. As they should be. This was where they belonged. They were the dark sides and they were the ones who would always stick together. Virgil may be a light side or not, they belonged together and with him around, they could finally complete their own puzzle. They had the little piece that made them whole and filled the void the other had left after his transition to the light sides (due to Thomas’ change in cognition and attitude).

“My room. I mean.. you are not really affected a lot by my room since I, uh... relocated it to the other side and all. I mean, like, you know. That is okay for you? Is it?”

Deceit nodded and the Duke simply wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

“Can I visit Thomas? OW”

The snakey snake retreated and straightened out the wrinkles in his clothing that came from the little struggle they had together. His hand reached over to the wet spot on his cheek and he wiped over it before washing his hands under the sink.

“Disgusting.”

Another sound of giggles erupted from the creative side while he held his Virgil. Soon after, he could draw Damien back into their little cuddle pile. Deceit was the shortest side along with Roman but he was still a powerful and proud man. He had the power to pinch a man and evoke pain if he wanted to!

“Aw okay, then maybe we will just go to Virgil’s room already and stay there and then we can cuddle and finally get to make the fuck out! I wanna taste some tongues!”

Virgil let out a prominent noise that resembled a big old ‘blergh’ but he threw himself into the others and let them appear in his room. Their bodies crashed into his bed and foreheads bumped together as they embraced one another and giggled.

Sounds were swallowed and Remus’ idea was taken more serious than anyone would ever admit to one another or the sides outside of this room. Giggles drowned in the joy of feeling and tasting one another. Feelings sparked in colourful fireworks and there were smiles colouring their faces that could not and would not be wiped away.

Finally, all pieces were back together.

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Night Terrors

Okay, this is an original flash fiction I did awhile back. I think I’m going to start posting more of my truly original stuff though to start out with it might just be scenes from prompts or some stuff from a fantasy world I created that’s been my baby since I was a teenager.

The reason for this is a) because I do want to get some confidence in my own original stuff and b) a lot of people have asked me if I have a Kofi or Patreon account. I’ve been a bit hesitant to do so because I feel like it’s making money off someone else’s ideas since I’m doing mostly fanfics so posting some of the murk that goes on in my head will make me feel a little better about it.

So from now on I’ll have links to my Kofi account in all my posts but I don’t expect people to feel like they have to donate. As I’ve said before the support I’ve gotten from you guys is more than enough

So here’s my Kofi if you want to donate, but regardless I hope you enjoy the story.

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The howling gained on me as I ran through the forest. How the Counsel tracked me while I was constantly shifting form I didn't know, but I couldn't lose them even in the dense underbrush. I briefly considered changing into a bird of some sort to see if I could lose them in the air, but until I knew how they were following me I didn’t want to break cover. Instead I changed from the wolf I was running as to a black panther hoping that maybe the starless night would help hide me. My pursuers were barreling through the trees behind me making no effort to hide their course.

I heard branches just to my right break. I looked and saw another shifter pull back and change into a mouse. The noise behind me got louder. They were trying to push me into a trap; the other shifter had to be a lookout. I turned right knowing that forward would get me caught or killed. Shifting again, this time to a deer, I picked up speed and heard sounds of confusion from the mob following me. So they hadn’t been tracking me, just watching. It meant I could lose them, unfortunately it also meant they knew where I was going. At this point the only thing I had going for me is that none of them knew just how many forms I could take.

I ran until I could no longer hear the chaos behind me and for two hours after until I finally collapsed in exhaustion. I rolled onto my back as I changed into my true form which looked like human female around the age of twenty. Staring at the stars I wondered how I managed to go from an outcast to a criminal, especially since I hadn’t done anything. Twigs snapped to my left, I sprang up with the little energy I had and shifted into a griffin.

“Gabe?” The terse whisper came from a tree about thirty feet away. I shifted back. “Max? What are you doing here?”

“Thank goodness I found you before they did.” He was still whispering as he stumbled out from behind the tree. Max was hybrid, half gnome, half dwarf. He looked odd being only about two and a half feet tall, and almost as wide. The image wasn’t helped by the fact that he looked like someone had repeatedly slammed his face into a wall.

“What happened to you? How did you find me?” He looked at me like an idiot. That’s right I gave him a scrying stone attuned to me. Okay so I was really tired. “Fine then, why does your face look like a hobgoblin used it for a punching bag?”

“Funny, let’s see how you withstand Counselor Joab’s hospitality.”

“What did you do to piss off the head moron?” Joab was head of the Counsel and not one of my favorite people. This manhunt was proof that I wasn’t one of his either.

“I didn’t do anything. They were trying to find you.” He started pacing while giving me an agitated glare. “You couldn’t just leave quietly, no you had to go have one last hurrah first. Of all the stupid things in the world why did you have to pick that?”

“Hate to disappoint, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play games with me Gabe, Hallik and his friends saw you take it.” “Take what?”

“The Lotus Scepter.”

My jaw dropped open but no words came out. The scepter was the most powerful object the counsel had. No wonder they were tailing me. “That’s ridiculous, no one would be stupid enough to do that, least of all me.” Max just continued to glare at me. “Oh come on Max, just think for a minute. Ever since we were little all I wanted was to leave this place. Do you honestly think I would screw that up now?”

He looked away, shuffled his feet a little and mumbled, “I suppose not.” I began to pace muttering to myself about escape plans, going after Hallik for accusing me, and cursing in general. “Of all times to pull something like this why now? I was leaving so it’s not because they wanted me gone.” I looked over to see if Max had any ideas, but he was gone. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my side.

Looking down I saw a sword buried in my ribcage. Max was holding it. He’d managed to pierce both my lugs so I couldn’t draw breath to speak. As I fell to the ground I watched him pull the Scepter from his robes.

“I’ve recovered the most valuable artifact of the counsel, and killed the thief who took it.” He had a demented grin on his face. “They won’t laugh at me anymore.”

The last thing I heard was Max calling for the others. At least this time I knew how they found me.

#angst #original characters #shapeshifter #fantasy

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Four Lawyers

So @sweetcannolicarisi and I talked about this while I was in NYC and I finally wrote it.

You’re dating Peter and meet Sonny in law class, who is dating Rafael. In other words, I really like polyamory.

Words: 1877

Warnings: Food, alcohol, and sex mention.

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Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

You ran into your apartment, very nearly leaving the front door standing open, and jerked your laptop open. While it loaded, you danced foot to foot muttering under your breath. It finally loaded and you pressed call on Skype. Peter’s face lit up the screen and you smiled involuntarily.

“I’m so sorry Peter,” you finally sat down with a huff, “the train was delayed and—“

“I used to live there you know, its okay,” he chuckled, “You act like we weren’t texting the whole time you were stuck.”

“You’re right,” you sighed, relaxing as his smile filled your screen, “Have you eaten yet?”

“No, our dinner should be here soon” he checked his phone.

“Our,” you raised an eyebrow in question.

“Ordered us both Chinese, figured we could have dinner together,” he sipped his scotch, smiling cockily.

“You are a genius, I love you,” you picked the laptop up and walked towards the bedroom.

“Where are you taking me,” his voice was muffled against your chest.

“I’m changing, thought you’d want to watch,” you sexily removed your shirt and tossed it in the basket.

“That I do,” he leaned back in his chair and watched while you put on a small show. A knock at his door called him away, and you relocated to the living room. When he came back with his food, yours arrived.

“Thank you for dinner baby, even from 800 miles away you take care of me,” you blew a kiss at the screen and joined Peter in eating. The two of you talked about your day, Peter complaining about his latest witness being less than credible but making do. You were stretched thin between work and law school, but he promised to visit as soon as he could to help you relax.

“Speaking of school, how’s your crush,” Peter wagged his eyebrows.

“Handsome as ever,” you sighed, “Always so nice to me. He hugged me when we both passed the last test!”

“You should ask him out,” Peter finished his drink.

“What,” you put your chopsticks down to give him your full attention.

“We’re polyamorous,” he shrugged, “Ask him out.”

“We haven’t dated other people since I lived in Chicago with you briefly,” you turned your head to the side in confusion.

“That wasn’t dating, that was fucking you with some of my former teammates like the groupie you are,” he teased, “But you can definitely date other people. You have needs and I’m all the way over here.”

“Are you sure Peter,” you hesitated and he noticed.

“Positive,” he chuckled, “Ask him out after class tomorrow.”

“Okay I will,” you started eating again but stopped, “Peter?”

“Yes love,” he’d begun packing his food up.

“Have you seen anyone else while in Chicago,” you pushed your food away, suddenly losing your appetite.

“Not at all,” he reassured you with a smile, “The rule is we have to talk about it before hand, remember.”

“Okay good,” you perked up and gathered your food as well, “You can too you know?”

“What,” he was walking from the kitchen to the home office.

“See other people,” you followed suit and moved to the living room.

“Right now all I have time for is you,” he winked, “When I move back to New York, maybe.”

“You’re moving back,” your hand flew to your mouth.

“Shit. Okay. It was always the plan, but I’ve been looking for jobs there so we can be together again,” he plopped down at his desk, “Supposed to be a surprise.”

“I am surprised!”

“Good,” Peter worked on his latest case while you did homework, content to be able to look up and see each other on the screen when you wanted.

The next day after class you were hanging back and Sonny noticed. He always walked you to the subway station, it was dark and he’d seen a lot of bad things at SVU so you willingly agreed. It gave you more time with him anyway. He watched as you loaded your bag slower than normal, he leaned against the wall and waited. He was content to wait all night for you if needed.

“Something the matter,” he finally broke the silence that was bordering on awkward when you turned to face him.

“It’s been a weird day,” your shoulders sagged, “Will you come get a coffee with me?”

“Of course,” he took your backpack, “There’s a coffee shop I like a mile or two from here. Do you want a ride?”

“Please,” you smiled and followed him to his car. At the shop Sonny paid for your coffee and it made you blush, which he teased you about.

“I’m just being nice,” he poked your cheek once you were sitting across from each other.

“I appreciate it Sonny,” you sipped your coffee and burned your tongue.

“Lecture was rough today, why are we the only ones to participate,” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“For people claiming to want to be lawyers, they don’t talk much,” you chuckled.

“That’s what I said,” Sonny drank his coffee and seemed to burn his tongue too.

“Hey Sonny,” you exhaled slowly, “I wanna say something but I need you no not say anything until I’m done.”

“Okay,” he raised his eyebrows and listened closely.

“So I have a boyfriend named Peter, he lives in Chicago. We are polyamorous and I talk about you a lot because I have a crush on you. He told me last night to ask you out. So this is me asking you out,” you took a deep breath, “Well I already asked you out, guess I’m just telling you about my crush to see how you feel.”

“Wow,” Sonny sat back in his chair and drank more of his scalding coffee, “That was a lot.”

“Ya know what, I’m sorry I’m going to go,” you got up to leave but he pulled you back by your wrist.

“Don’t be sorry,” Sonny motioned for you to sit, “Now listens to me talk.”

“Okay,” you sat back down and took small steady gulps of your coffee.

“I have a boyfriend named Rafael. We’ve talked about opening our relationship up. And I also have a crush on you,” he finished his coffee and slammed the cup down.

“Really,” your eyes were wide and you were holding your breath.

“Yes really,” he bit back a laugh when you realized you weren’t breathing and gasped for air.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you shoved his shoulder.

“Come to dinner with us tomorrow night,” Sonny’s eyes shined with hope.

“On one condition,” you teased.

“Anything,” he didn’t hesitate.

“Drive me home,” you motioned to the rain outside, “Please.”

“Deal,” Sonny wrestled your bag away again and raced you to his truck.

The next night you were changing for the third time when Peter grumbled on Skype. He thought you looked good in anything, and you wanted to impress Sonny and Rafael. You’d never met Rafael what if he hated you? You shoved that thought away and modeled your outfit for Peter again.

“Looks amazing sweetheart,” Peter’s jaw dropped.

“That’s the reaction I wanted! This is the one,” you scrambled to the mirror to put on lipstick.

“You have to be there in thirty minutes,” Peter reminded you.

“Thank you baby,” you ordered a Lyft and searched for shoes.

“Take condoms,” Peter flipped the TV on and it played in the background.

“I’m not planning on sleeping with them Peter,” you stopped in front of the computer with your arms crossed.

“Do it anyway,” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yes Sir,” you threw two into your bag and blew him a kiss.

“Have fun, call me when you’re home and tell me about it,” he waved, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you closed the laptop and headed down to wait for your ride. Twenty minutes later you were knocking on the door at the address Sonny sent you.

“You must be y/n,” a very attractive man answered the door, “I’m Rafael.”

“Nice to meet you,” you shook his hand and he took your jacket.

“Sonny is cooking spaghetti, wouldn’t let me help,” you followed Rafael while he talked.

“That’s because you don’t know the family recipe,” Sonny quipped, “Hi doll.”

“Hi Sonny, smells good,” you hugged him then joined Rafael safely in the dining area.

“I see why he won’t shut up about you,” Rafael winked and gave you a glass of wine.

“Thank you,” you blushed and sat down when Sonny emerged with food. The three of you gorged yourselves and talked about work. You were fascinated that Rafael was an ADA, gushing about Peter doing the same thing in Chicago. Rafael teased Sonny he was the oldest in your class and you joined him. All in all, it was a good dinner.

“How was everything,” Sonny patted his belly and smiled warmly at you.

“Good food, and exceptionally attractive company,” you winked at both of them.

“Okay,” Rafael called your attention to him, “Sonny says you have a crush on him, and he obviously does on you.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, suddenly nervous.

“We’re polyamorous like you and Peter,” Rafael took Sonny’s hand in his own then yours, “And I give my blessing for you two to do whatever. But…”

“But what,” you and Sonny asked in unison and he took your other hand.

“I seem to like you too,” Rafael smirked, “Maybe we could all spend time together. If you like me too.”

“I’d like that a lot,” you nodded frantically, “Sonny?”

“Hell yes,” Sonny stood abruptly and kissed Rafael, then came around the table to kiss you as well.

“I’m feeling left out,” Rafael cleared his throat.

“Can’t have that,” you nudged Sonny away and leaned across the table to kiss Rafael. As you kissed, your phone started ringing. You pulled it out of your purse and smiled.

“Peter,” Sonny asked.

“Yes,” you turned away and answered, “Hey baby, we just finished dinner. Can I call you when I’m home?”

“Of course,” even through the phone Peter’s voice made you smile.

“I kissed both of them, I’ll tell you more when I’m home. I love you!”

“Love you too,” Peter hung up and turned back around.

“Sorry about that,” your smile faded when you saw Sonny holding up two condoms. You looked in your bag to conform they were yours and hung your head.

“These yours,” Sonny offered them back.

“Yes,” you snatched them and shoved them into your bag, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey now,” Rafael got up and pulled you in for a hug, “Don’t be upset.”

“We’re not upset,” Sonny hugged you from the other side.

“You’re not? Peter made me bring them. I told him no but he insisted,” you sighed.

“It’s good to be prepared,” Rafael squeezed then walked away to clean up.

“Why don’t we take her home and we can all get ice cream? Clean up when we get back,” Sonny called to Rafael.

“I do want to get home and call Peter,” you chuckled, “Tell him how he embarrassed me without being here.”

“It’s settled then,” Sonny followed you to the door, “Come on Rafi.”

“I’m coming,” Rafael slipped his shoes on and joined you and Sonny in the elevator, all of you hand in hand.

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okay so in that case... food/grocery shoppin' before christmas. feat. ellie on lexa's shoulders, picking out things from the top shelves.

I am incapable of writing anything less then utter ridiculousness, so here’s this drama fest.

Also, I didn’t have Ellie on Lexa’s shoulders, but they DID go shopping. So.

And finally, these last few months have been a rough one, financially, and while I love writing, it is incredibly time consuming. So, I’m linking my Kofi page here, which I hate doing, but alas, it is what it is. No need to feel any pressure. It’s there if you’re interested.

Sunday was usually a busy day for shopping at the local grocery store in the tiny town of Polis, Maine. The only one for miles, it was the practically a staple, a beloved gathering place. However, it was a particularly dreary day that kept most residents home, leaving the store nearly deserted save for the few brave Christmas Eve procrastinators.

Trisha, the only cashier on duty, sat at her stool, cringing every time the doors slid open letting in a gusty, winter wind determined to freeze everything in its path. Shivering at the thought of it, she turned up the small heater at her station and hunkered down in her oversized sweater.

Christmas music echoed through the empty aisles of the store, the wind howled, and colorful lights flickered happily on the small Christmas trees set just inside the door, oblivious to the storm that raged outside. A mechanical Santa danced merrily by the produce, greeting the gusts of wind and the patrons with equal abandon.

Trisha leaned her elbows on the surface next to her register, her chin upon her hands, and surveyed the quiet goings on around her. She liked this new town of hers. It was cozy and pleasant, just like the people. A flash of light from a car’s headlights cut across the doors, blurred by the heavy snowfall as a truck traipsed up the ramp from the side road and into the parking lot. Trisha tracked it lazily, wondering whose wife it was this time that had sent their thoroughly scolded husband out in the storm to pick up the Christmas turkey they should have grabbed days ago.

The truck swung carefully into a parking spot outside the front of the store and idled for a moment, its headlights lighting up the flurries of snowflakes slanting down in unrelenting volume. A figure hopped out from the driver’s side, tall and dressed well for the storm. A native, no doubt. A Florida transplant herself, Trisha had no concept of what winter wear truly meant. She’d thought her sweater and p-coat would be enough. She had been wrong. This figure though, dressed in dark wash jeans and a heavy Lumberjack coat, looked entirely unperturbed as they jogged around to the back door of the truck and leaned inside.

The store doors jingled as they slid open and the new arrivals ran in, one large, one miniature. She watched them with the curiosity of a newcomer getting to know her new neighbors as the woman-- not someone’s husband, then-- stomped snow free from the heavy boots she wore. Trisha smiled, almost laughed, when the pint-sized thing next to her watched for a moment, then quickly followed suit. The routine went on, well practiced and utterly endearing. The woman twisted herself to and fro, shaking snowflakes from her coat, pretending not to notice the young girl copying her every move. It was only when the woman moved to her hat, pushed it back, and shook water out of her hair that she finally made a show of it for the little girl. Pitching herself forward and shaking her head like a shaggy dog, the woman let out a sound resembling that of a motorboat until the little girl could no longer copy, too overcome by a fit of giggles.

Trisha was entranced, in love with the display of unbridled affection. It made her happy that she had a place to call home, happy that it was Christmas--white and festive and wonderful. So unlike the place she’d just come from. Lost in thought, Trisha barely noticed when the display stopped, but when she did, she was momentarily caught completely off guard by the warm eyes that drifted over to her, and the mesmerizing grin she received at having been caught watching the adorable exchange. The woman was stunning, an unfamiliar and breathtaking combination of handsome lines and beautiful features. The little girl was just as gorgeous in the way that some children had wonderfully expressive eyes, a beaming smile, and a passion and enthusiasm for the world around her. As they passed, Trisha was nodded at by one, waved to with a tiny hand from the other, but all she could really do was stare after the enthralling pair as they disappeared down an aisle.

“So, baby--” Lexa said as she pushed them towards the baking aisle.

“I’m not a baby!” Ellie squealed. “I’m a big girl! Henry is a baby!”

“You’re right. Please forgive me.”

“You’re forgiven, Mommy.”

“Phew!” Lexa wiped the back of her hand over her forehead in exaggerated relief, and grinned at her little girl. “Thanks, big girl.”

“You’re welcome,” Ellie said seriously before returning to her eagle-eyed perusal of the shelves. “We need sugar.”

“You’re correct. Anything else?”

“Flour and butter and...sprinkles?” She added at the end, sounding a bit unsure of herself but looking hopeful.

Lexa smiled down at those inquisitive blue eyes and felt a pang for her wife, the resemblance even more uncanny now than it had been when Lexa had first met the two of them nearly three years ago. They’d been gone for less than a half-hour, and already Lexa wanted, maybe needed, to have Clarke in her arms again. They’d spent all morning cuddling to the sounds of the winter storm rolling in before being awakened by the distressing calls of their five-year old, who--upon a rushed arrival into the bedroom--promptly through up all of the Santa cookies she’d snuck down to the kitchen to eat. With that, the day reared into action and hadn’t looked back. Three night shifts in a row this past week, and Lexa longed for the comforting feel of Clarke tucked into her arms where she could keep her safe and warm. She smiled and shook her head, running her hand through Ellie’s wind-swept hair.

“Yeah, we can get sprinkles if you’d like. We need icing too.”

“Yes! Icing!”

“You have to promise not to eat this batch though, sweetheart. You’ll get sick again and Santa won’t have anything to eat. We won’t have time to run to the store again before he comes.”

“I won’t,” Ellie swore, eyes wide and earnest. “I promise. I really, really won’t.”

“Okay, love. I trust you.”

“What’s trust?”

“It means I believe you.”

“Oh. Thanks, Mommy. I trust you too.”

“That’s good. You can always trust me.”

“ I know. You’re a good truster person. Mommy, I did not feel very good from those cookies.”

“That’s because you ate twelve of them.”

“Yeah.” Ellie nodded and rubbed at her stomach. “That was not good.”

“No, I imagine not.”

“But I’m not going to do that again!”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Do you think Santa will still come?”

Lexa paused. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Because I was bad,” Ellie murmured, her head downturned.

Lexa smiled at the sweetness of her little girl. “You weren’t bad sweetheart, you just made a questionable decision.”

“What’s quest--questio--” she stumbled on the word and frowned. “What’s that?”

Lexa grabbed a bag of chocolate chips off the shelf and hesitated in thought. “Questionable,” Lexa repeated, sounding it out. “It means something that is probably not a good idea because it raises a lot of doubt.”

“What’s doubt?”

“Like disbelief.”

“Oh.”

She handed the chocolate chips to Ellie to store in their canvas grocery bag and pushed them along. “Does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“So, not bad?”

“The decision wasn’t a very good one, but that doesn’t make you as a person bad. Sometimes, we make bad choices, but that doesn’t mean we are bad because of it. We have to make mistakes in order to learn. You’re a smart girl and you know better than anybody else what feels good for your body and what doesn’t. Now you know that twelve cookies is too much. Next time, you can remember that and it will help you make a better decision.”

“No more cookies ever,” Ellie groaned, looking up at Lexa with such earnestness, Lexa couldn’t help but grin.

“I think maybe one cookie at a time would be okay.”

Ellie pondered it. “Yeah, that’s maybe okay. Just one cookie. Can I have one cookie tonight?”

“Let’s see how you feel. Does your tummy still hurt?”

“No, but it still feels a little weird.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Lexa commiserated, and pushed them down another aisle.

“But if I feel better, can I have one cookie?”

“Let’s see what mommy thinks when we get home. She’s the smarty doctor.”

“And you’re the smarty firefighter!”

“You got it, kiddo.”

“And I’m the smarty baby!” Ellie cheered, completing the chant that had at some point become ritual in their household.

“I thought you were a big girl?” Lexa teased.

“Oh yeah.” Ellie frowned in thought. “Can I still be the smarty baby?”

“Of course you can, smarty baby. You can be whatever you want.”

“What will Henry be?”

“He’ll be the noisy baby.”

“Oh. Is that bad?”

Lexa grinned. “We’ll have to wait and see.”

“I think he’ll be good.”

“I’m sure you’re right. What’s next?”

Ellie furrowed in thought, then brightened. “Can we get some juice?”

***

It was half past noon when Clarke found herself rousing from a nap she hadn’t intended to take. She blinked sleep from her eyes, but made no effort to move. The couch beneath her was soft and plush, the air pleasantly warm from the crackling flames in the fireplace. The sky outside was a dark grey, despite the early hour, and the lights inside her home glowed wonderfully against it. The tree was lit, the garland across the mantle dotted with lights as well. It was beautiful and cozy, and her lids felt heavy once more. Clarke let her head drop back and curled her legs up further beneath the heavy knitted blanket atop her.

She checked her watch, mildly concerned that Lexa wasn’t back yet, but the storm had likely put road speeds at a crawl. Lexa was no novice when it came to navigating through a winter storm, and so she told herself to be patient, and gazed out the French doors to the backyard, watching the flurries come down around her. Her hand drifted to her stomach and rubbed at the swell, smiling softly to herself.

“They’ll be home soon,” she mused, smiling down at her stomach. She loved being pregnant, more so than she might admit out loud. Her first time around, things in her world had been so dark and uncertain. On many days, it was only Ellie’s constant companionship inside of her that got her through. This time, everything was different. Life was happy and safe. She had a wonderful home, a wonderful extended family close by, and a wife that made her world go ‘round. It was nothing like the first time--except for the joy of carrying the little life inside of her. That was exactly the same.

While this pregnancy, like Ellie’s, had not been without its scary, and sometimes painful complications, Clarke cherished these moments. In no time, Henry would be here. The love would be the same, would grow tenfold the second she saw him, but nothing quite compared to the nine months of growing their child inside her, nourishing and protecting him with all that she was. She could hardly stand to wait any longer to meet him, but their connection would be forever different, and she knew that a part of her would grieve this time with him for a little while, just as she had with Ellie.

A flutter in her stomach made her smile as she continued to stroke her belly, pausing each time to catch the fleeting motions.

“Oh hi there,” she cooed fondly, a laugh in her voice. “Did you have a good sleep?”

A small limb pressed against her from the inside and she imagined him stretching, blinking awake slowly just as his sister did, just as she did.

So much of Ellie was from her. There were moments, extremely rare and not so often now, when Clarke thought she’d seen Jack in the shape of a gesture or the curve of an expression. That had been when Ellie was younger, mostly a baby. These days, what wasn’t Clarke, or an Ellie original, was entirely Lexa. While Ellie resembled Clarke physically in every way, it had only taken three years for Ellie to morph into a tiny version of her wife. They moved the same way, spoke the same way, their facial expressions nearly identical. It was incredible to watch, if she could keep from tearing up long enough to do so. Recently, Clarke had noticed that they had the same smile these days, and that was perhaps the loveliest part. Lexa had saved their lives and had introduced a love and happiness Clarke had never in her wildest dreams imagined she could have. She adored seeing Lexa in their little girl, and couldn’t wait to see how they would continue to rub off on each other.

For the first year or so of Ellie’s life, it had mostly just been the two of them. Henry would be born into a world full of family, all making up important parts of his life. As her due date loomed closer than ever, she often wondered what wonderful combination of the people she loved she would see in him. Would he take after Lexa, as Ellie had? Would she see her father in him? Her mother’s eyes, maybe? When fitful, he settled for Lexa’s voice. At the sound of Ellie’s, he launched into excited flurries of movement. At her own voice, he stirred gently, as if listening, as if responding. Already, he seemed so attuned to all of them. It didn’t really matter who he ended up resembling most, or even if he was entirely his own, she was just excited to meet him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Lexa said quietly from the opening of the front hallway, her shoulder braced against the wall. When Clarke sat up and turned, she was instantly breathless by the immensity of love and attraction in Lexa’s eyes. It was the way Lexa always looked at her, and every time, it made Clarke’s heart swell. Lexa strode into the warm living room and took Clarke’s face into her hands, kissing her soundly.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey,” Clarke breathed, content now that her people were home. “Where’s Ellie?”

“Taking off her boots.”

“Is it still crazy out there? We missed you.”

“It’s not so bad.” Lexa placed a warm, sure palm on Clarke’s belly, holding her and their baby, and kissed her again. “I missed you too. How do you feel? You doing okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she said and ran her fingers through Clarke’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mommy?” Ellie called, plodding down the hall.

“Where’s my sweet Elliebean?”

Ellie rounded the corner from the hall, her cheeks flushed from the biting air, her hair wild from the hat she’d plucked off and thrown somewhere. Her red and white polka dotted socks left wet footprints in her wake, slipping and sliding across the hardwood until Lexa stepped around the couch and caught her by the arm, steadying her.

“Say hi to mommy, then let’s go change your socks before you get cold.”

“I’m already cold,” Ellie reasoned, handing her grocery bag to Lexa before skipping over to Clarke.

“Hi baby,” Clarke greeted, humming happily at the kiss she got to her cheek and belly.

“Everyone keeps calling me a baby,” Ellie sighed. “I”m not a baby, I’m a big girl. Henry is the baby. Hello Henry,” she said in a muffled greeting, her face pressed to Clarke’s stomach for a moment before pulling back up.

Clarke chuckled at her and then turned to Lexa with an inquisitive smile. Lexa watched on from the kitchen with a grin and a shake of her head. She shrugged at Clarke’s look. Clarke turned back to Ellie and brushed the hair out of her face.

“You will always be my baby, but you are also a big girl, you’re right.”

“Will I be your baby even when I’m big like you and mommy?”

“Even then.”

“Really?”

“Forever and ever.”

Ellie seemed to ponder this for a moment before deciding with a nod that she liked the sound of that. “We got cookie stuff!”

“That’s great! Are you going to save them for Santa this time?”

“Yes, I promised.”

“That’s good.”

“Do you truster me?”

“Trust,” Lexa corrected from the kitchen. Clarke laughed and looked over at her again, wondering what on earth their conversations must be like when she’s not around. Lexa just grinned and continued putting things away.

“Oh yeah,” Ellie corrected, “do you trust me?” She asked, pulling on the front of Clarke’s shirt for her attention.

Clarke turned back and was caught almost breathless by the beauty of her sweet, inquisitive face. “I do trust you,” she said, taking Ellie’s cold hands. She rubbed them between hers, warming them up. “I trust you very much.”

“Thank you,” Ellie responded, matter-of-fact, making Clarke laugh once again.

“You’re quite welcome, you silly goose.”

At Ellie’s shivering, Clarke frowned and pulled her into her lap, snuggling her close. “Let’s take those wet socks off. Are your boots leaking?”

“No, I did a snow angel at the store and the snow crawled in my pants and then it slid down my leg!” Ellie huffed, yanking her socks off.

“Oh no! You’re going to turn into a snow man!” Clarke exclaimed, laying back and tucking Ellie into her side as Ellie giggled and insisted that would not happen. She drew the knitted blanket over them, then the velvet one that rested over the back of the couch. In no time, they were both flush with the shared heat of their bodies pressed close. Ellie’s thumb creeped towards her mouth, a habit they’d still not managed to kick, as her head grew heavy on Clarke’s shoulder.

“Mommy?”

“Mm?”

“Can I have one cookie tonight?”

“How does your tummy feel?”

“It feels okay.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a little bit grumbly.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She slipped her hand beneath Ellie’s shirt and rubbed the soft, warm skin there until her little eyes began to drift shut. “Maybe after dinner. Too much sugar isn’t good for you.”

Ellie nodded, nuzzling her ice cube nose into Clarke’s neck. “Twelve cookies is too many for my body.”

Clarke laughed quietly and pressed Ellie close. “Is that so?” She asked, but Ellie was already out. Clarke kissed the warm top of her head and closed her eyes, following her into sleep soon after.

***

Lexa sat at the kitchen table, watching her girls nap as she read the news on her new iPad, courtesy of Roan. She barely understood how to use the thing, but she had to admit that the accessibility to any news article she could possibly want was nice. She watched them for an hour, occasionally checking on the turkey they had roasting in the oven for dinner with the gang later that night. A dinner she would have to miss thanks to her fourth night shift, on Christmas Eve no less. Sighing, she stood and crossed to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She’d have to be up for another thirteen hours and could use all the caffeine she could get.

She got through another three articles on the current state of veteran affairs before Clarke began to stir. She watched her run her fingers through Ellie’s hair and kiss her head. They looked so incredibly cozy in their cocoon of blankets. So soft and warm. Lexa ached just looking at them. The storm had yet to let up, and though the air inside the house was toasty, a chill passed through her at the sound of the howling wind. She got up, poured herself another cup of coffee and fixed a mug of tea for Clarke.

“Good nap?” She asked quietly, handing the mug to Clarke who sat up gently and resituated Ellie into her lap. Ellie nestled herself further into her mother’s side and stilled again.

Clarke took the mug and cupped the back of Lexa’s neck, running her hand through the hair at at her nape, loving the solid warmth under her palm. Her eyes went sad, and Lexa frowned.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“When do you leave?”

“Mmm.” Lexa scooted closer on her knees. “I’ve got to get going pretty soon. After Ellie and I make the new cookies.”

She ran the back of her fingers over the smooth skin of Clarke’s cheek. She was so warm. So soft. Lexa couldn’t get enough of her or the bundle in her arms. They had changed her life so much in the last three years. There were days when Lexa walked around their home with so much love in her heart it threatened to send her to her knees.

“You know how much I love you?”

Clarke smiled and scratched at Lexa’s nape, chuckling when Lexa nearly went slack. “Almost as much as we love you,” she whispered, and pulled her in for a kiss. The angle wasn’t great, with Ellie between them, and Lexa’s knees were going numb, but Clarke’ lips were so warm and soft. They were perfect. They were hers. They were home.

***

“Be sure to keep your lights on, and keep your defroster running.”

“I will.”

“And go slow, you know how the stop lights are in the storm.”

“I know.”

“And take the corners easy because the--”

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes?” Clarke paused with Lexa’s jacket in her hands.

Lexa grinned up at her from the floor where she knelt, tying her boots. She stood and rested her hands on Clarke’s hips, pulling her forward until her belly stopped them from getting any closer.

“Everything will be fine, love. I’ll be home before you know it.”

Clarke helped Lexa into her jacket, then slid her hands up her arms and rested them on her shoulders. She gazed at her wife, taking in the strong line of her jaw, the beautiful color of her eyes, that unbelievably charming smile. There had been a time when Clarke swore she didn’t have any more love or trust to give to someone after her father had died and she’d wound up in an abusive relationship. Then, Lexa had come along with her endless charm and bottomless reserves of kindness. With Lexa, everything had changed. Clarke brushed her hands across Lexa’s chest, smoothing down the uniform beneath the coat.

She went to speak, but a pair of lightning-quick feet came skidding down the hallway, slamming into them, and arms wrapped around Lexa’s legs in a tight, little grip.

“There’s my girl!” Lexa scooped Ellie up and gave her a bounce, looking for a smile that didn’t come. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“You’re leaving.”

Lexa frowned and tapped the full bottom lip of Ellie’s pout. “I have to go to work, babygirl. You know that, we talked about it. I’ll be back before you wake up.”

“But what about Santa?”

“What about him?”

“He can’t come unless everyone is asleep!”

“As long as you’re asleep, sweetheart, Santa will come.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl for mommy?”

“Yes!”

“Good. You’re such a sweet girl.”

Ellie threw her arms around Lexa’s neck and buried her face in Lexa shoulder. Lexa could feel the tiny kisses being pressed there and she closed her eyes, holding Ellie tight. She hated night shifts--the missed dinners and bath times, the bedtime stories over the phone and the sleepy whines for her to come home. When the holiday shifts had come down from the chief, she could have passed off her shitty hand to someone beneath her who had no say--that new douchey lieutenant who thought he was hot shit, maybe--but Lexa wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. Clarke had known that, had told her that, had asked only one thing of her: come home safe.

“Ellie, sweetheart, let’s say our good nights. Mommy has to go to work,” Clarke said gently, rubbing Ellie’s back.

Ellie peeled back her head and looked up at Lexa, big puppy eyes tearing her heart wide open one eye-lashed blink at a time.

“Are you coming back?”

“Oh,” Lexa cooed, brushing back Ellie’s hair, “I always do, don’t I?”

Ellie nodded, then let her head sink back to Lexa’s shoulder and began to thumb at the metal name tag over her breast pocket. Lexa met Clarke’s eyes over Ellie’s head and furrowed in concern.

“She’ll be okay,” Clarke said, voice intentionally chipper, “Right, Elliebean? You’re okay. Let’s give mommy kisses and then get ready for dinner. Grandma and your aunties are coming over soon! Are you excited?”

“Yes,” Ellie murmured, head still tucked firmly in place against Lexa’s neck.

“Alright, then, let’s get our kisses and let mommy go.”

Clarke walked Lexa to the car, their hands clasped until Lexa pulled open the door to her truck and slid in.

“She’ll be okay. It’s just because it’s Christmas Eve. It has her a little thrown off.”

“I hate this,” Lexa sighed, starting up the engine. She leaned her head into Clarke’s breast, her cheek pressed to warm, plush skin where Clarke’s sweater dipped down.

“I know.” Clarke threaded her fingers through Lexa’s hair, gently combing while she held her close.

“You gonna be okay getting the presents under the tree tonight?”

“I’ve got mom and the girls. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay.” Lexa leaned up for a kiss, smiling against Clarke’s lips as she got one, two, and a third for good luck. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll see you soon. Be safe.”

***

Lexa walked into the fire station to a round of laughter in the loft. Sagging out of her coat and bag, she climbed the stairs to the lounge, her chest aching a little with every step at the thought of what she’d just left behind.

“Hey, Cap!”

She gave a nod in greeting, then sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”

“Alonzo’s got cookies in the oven. Tryna’ bring a little cheer around here tonight.”

Alonzo, a large black man with a beautiful smile and sparkling eyes, came around the corner from the kitchen with a tray of still steaming cookies. Lexa smiled at the cheers that erupted, but her heart sat heavy at the reminder of her little girl. All she wanted to do was take care of tonight’s calls, get everyone home safely, and be with her family when the sun rose.

“Evening, Cap. Cookies?” Alonzo crossed to her with the oven pan, looking ridiculous, but charming in his oven mitts and apron slung over his uniform.

“No, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He shrugged and turned to the rest of the crew who were on him like sharks at a feeding.

“You look down, Cap,” Lincoln said from where he sat on the back of the couch, XBox controller in hand.

“Nope. I’m good.”

She stood with her back to the loft railing, watching them play video games, destroy the foosball table, and stuff their face with cookies. There were a lot of new faces thanks to their annual holiday hiring boom. With trees burning down houses every day, tourists inexperienced in winter road conditions sending their car into telephone poles, and storms snowing people in, they needed all the help they could get. Despite the new recruits, the camaraderie filling the fire house was full and boisterous. It made her smile to see them all enjoying themselves, but she couldn’t bring herself to get there with them.

Her gaze flicked across them and landed on the blonde woman in the corner, quietly murmuring into her phone. Alanna was their newest recruit, a driver engineer from LA who’d quickly made a reputation for herself as being calm and competent behind the wheel. Lexa liked her, saw a bit of herself in the young driver, and perhaps kept a closer eye on her than she did some of the other newbies. Alanna was driven, determined, and would make an incredible captain, maybe chief one day, if she kept at it.

Roan joined her on the railing, surveying the group. “You think we’ll have a slow night?”

Lexa drew her gaze away from Alanna and back to the rowdy group settled around the couches. She grinned, not looking at him as she spoke. “On Christmas Eve? Not a chance. You know the all hell breaks loose on holidays.”

“And full moons.”

“Yep.”

“You good?”

“Yeah. Just. You know.” She shrugged and folded her arms across her chest. “Thinking about home.”

“How’d Ellie take it when you left?”

“She was clingy. But she understood.”

“Uh huh. Annie was the same. Christmas makes it hard. You want to be there for all the excitement just as much as they want you to be. How’s the Mrs.?”

The corner of Lexa’s mouth twitched in a smile. “She’s good,” she said, a softness and fondness to her voice that Roan had come to associate only with the people Lexa called family. He considered it a great honor, a privilege, to have that tone directed at him from time to time.

“And the baby?”

She smiled, full and unrestrained this time. “He’s perfect.”

Lexa dug into her pocket for her wallet and pulled out a folded picture. She unfolded it and handed it to him. The sonogram, though the date at the bottom put it at only a week old, was well worn from the constant folding and unfolding. Despite the love, the picture was clear. A little fist rested below a round cheek, sweeping nose and tiny, closed eyes. He looked healthy and strong, and--if Roan dared to say--took after the kid standing next to him. His heart gave a slight lurch at the thought of how far she’d come.

Roan let out a low whistle. “That’s a handsome kid, Lex.”

He handed it back to her and Lexa took it, nodding. She carefully folded it up again and stuck it back into her wallet.

“I think Clarke’s about done being pregnant,” she said with a chuckle, “she’s exhausted.”

“Mm. The small ones have it tough.”

“Don’t let her hear you calling her small. She likes to think she’s big and scary.”

“Wonder where she gets that from.” He shot her a knowing grin as she just shook her head, biting back a smile.

***

Lexa had just finished FaceTiming with Ellie for bedtime when the alarm bell rang through the fire house, signaling a call. She pushed back from her desk and grabbed her coat, navigating the halls and the stairs like a seasoned professional as she rounded people up and got them to the truck.

The bite of the wind tore viciously through flesh, even with the sixty pounds of PPE on their back as the truck weaved through the empty, snowy treats. It was a ghost town. Street lights flickered and lit as best they could, but were dwarfed by the black expanse of the night. Cars left parked on the road sat beneath piles of snow. A few lit store fronts dotted the otherwise grey expanse around them, but not a person stirred as they passed through the usually bustling part of town.

Lexa leaned over and pointed at a road on the navigation screen.

“When you make this turn, I want you to ease up on the brakes.”

“Okay,” Alanna said, eyes on the road. “Why?”

The question was out of a desire to learn, and not out of defiance. It’s what Lexa liked about her--her drive and dedication, her desire to learn, to do her job and do it well.

“We’ll be coming up on McArthur Bridge. It’s going to be a sheet of ice on top. The call pinged off of a cell tower near by and we’ve got arial up there to help locate the incident, but I’m willing to bet it’s on that bridge. People spin out and hit the rails every year. When you make the turn onto it, ease up on the gas, but don’t hit the brakes.”

When they came to it, Alanna did as she was instructed, her breath coming in concentrated puffs of condensed air.

“Easy,” Lexa murmured, her gaze bouncing back and forth from the road ahead to the rearview mirror where she kept an eyes on the back of the long truck, ensuring that it was staying on track. “Easy, easy, there you go.”

The truck made the turn, it’s tires slipping once or twice before gripping again.

“Keep her at a crawl,” Lexa said, voice calm and steady.

The McArthur Bridge, a looming six-thousand foot bridge, stood stately at the edge of town. Cutting across the bay, it was a popular route during the summer, leading out of town towards the cape where people vacationed for the three months of their warm weather. It was a beautiful drive in nice weather. In the winter, it was a death trap.

“Cap, I think...holy shit.”

Alanna pulled the truck to a stop, and looked to her, eyes wide. Lexa sat forward in her seat, peering through the heavy snowfall. About a hundred yards ahead, she could just barely make out the flashing read taillights of a silver car, pitched at an unusual angle above the ground.

“What am I looking at?” She muttered, gesturing for Alanna to ease forward. As they did so, the picture came into focus and Lexa’s blood went colder than the air around her. “Stop,” she ordered, hard and unwavering.

Alanna, unfamiliar with ice and panicked by what she saw, hit the breaks with too much force, sending the rear of the truck whipping around beside them. Alanna turned the wheel hard the other direction, trying to overcorrect before Lexa could worn her not to. The truck axles groaned under the pressure as the cab lurched, and began to tip. Lexa cursed and gripped the handle above her head as the truck went sliding across the ice on two wheels. It scraped and moaned, rattling its occupants around like marbles in a tin box. Lexa forced her eyes to stay open and her breathing to remain calm.

“Oh shit, oh shit, fuck, Captain--” Alanna gasped, desperately trying to regain control of the truck. “It’s gonna flip! It’s gonna flip--”

“Let go of the wheel!” Lexa shouted over the roar of rattling metal. “Get your hands off the wheel!”

Just as Alanna did, the truck crashed to it’s broadside with a sickening slam, torquing the wheel so hard it practically tore off. Had Alanna’s hands been there a second longer, it would have ripped her arms out of the sockets. As the truck groaned to a halt, Lexa undid her seatbelt, and turned herself around, checking on the crew in the back.

“Everyone okay?”

At the collective “Yes, Cap”s, Lexa turned back around and let her head fall to the window.

Alanna turned to look at her, eyes wide and chest heaving.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered from where she sat above Lexa, held in place by her belt.

Lexa peered up at her and offered her a sympathetic smile. “I’ve been through worse.”

At Alanna’s questioning look, Lexa didn’t elaborate. Instead, she hauled herself out of her seat, reached over Alanna, and shoved the driver’s door open, giving them a way out.

When Lexa climbed out of the truck and peered down the bridge, her reasoning for stopping the truck all came back to her. Her brain could barely make sense of what she was seeing. The silver car, pitched at the odd angle, sat perched atop a destroyed retaining wall. It’s nose hung over the side of the bridge, threatening to plunge it into the water below, while the rest of it hung on only by the back tires caught on large pile of ice.

“Holy shit,” Roan muttered, coming up beside her. “Looks like a clogged drainage pipe.”

Lexa stared, heart pounding in her chest. The car tipped back and forth with every gust of the wind, threatening to send it over.

“I want everyone to stay right where they are,” she ordered calmy, her gaze travelling the length of the sheet of ice they stood on to where it connected up with mound of ice holding the car back. One wrong move and it might all crack. “Roan, get the Coast Guard on the phone. Tell them we need a bird here right now.”

As he disappeared, Lexa took one careful step forward and called out. “This is Polis Fire and Resuce, can you hear me?” Lexa shouted over the wind, trying to cut the distance.

“Don’t come any closer!” Came a shout, riddled with sheer terror. “Don’t come any closer, you’ll send me over!”

“M’am, I’m not going to let that happen. I need you to just listen to the sound of my voice and stay calm, can you do that?”

“Don’t come closer!”

“Alright, I’ll stay right here. Is that okay?”

There was a long silence, then a resigned, “Yeah. Okay, yeah.”

“Good. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I--I think my--my--I can’t feel my legs! Oh god, why can’t I feel my legs?”

“Alright, it’s okay. It’s okay, just stay very still.”

“Is my back broken?! Oh god, is my back--”

The woman inside must have shifted, because Lexa watched in horror as the car began to tilt.

“M’am! M’am do not move! Do not move, keep very still!” She inched closer, heart racing as the car rocked back and forth.

“Help me!” The woman screamed.

“Stop moving! Just stop moving!” Another rock sent Lexa’s stomach into her throat. “M’am! You have to stop moving!”

Lexa held her breath and took several careful, but sure steps forward, eyes tracking the tiny fractures her weight sent racing through the ice.

“What’s your name?” She asked, trying to keep the woman calm. The woman only continued to scream.

“Captain!”

Lexa turned, squinting through the falling snow. She was halfway between the car and her crew now. Roan was barely visible through the sheet of white.

“Incident command is on its way!” He shouted over the sound of the wind.

“What about the bird?”

“Ceiling’s too low!”

Lexa’s heart sank. There was no way they’d be able to get to her from the bridge. It was too unstable, and any equipment that could secure the car would be far too risky bringing out on the ice. She racked her brain for an idea, all the while continuing forward one tiny step at a time.

“M’am?” She asked, close enough to hear the whimpers emanating out of the car now.

“Please help me,” the woman cried, “I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to let that happen, I just need you to stay very calm and very still. I’m right here.”

From twenty-five feet away, Lexa could see the woman through the window, her entire body shaking in fear, or perhaps from the sobs the woman could not get under control.

“Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’m right behind you.”

“Don’t come any closer.”

“I’ve got everything under control, okay? I just need you to trust me.”

She watched the woman nod, quick and terrified. Lexa cringed at the movement, but continued inching forward when the car remained balanced.

“I’m Captain Griffin-Woods. What’s your name?” The woman turned ever so slightly as if trying to get a glimpse of her. “Don’t move,” Lexa reminded her, calm and gentle, “It’s alright, I’ll come to you. You just hang tight.”

“Trisha,” the woman said, her voice shaking as she strained to be heard over the storm. “My name is Trisha.”

***

An hour later, Lexa was as close to the vehicle as she could get without rupturing the large rock of ice keeping the car from going over. She could see Trisha’s profile from where she crouched ten feet away. Her skin was pale and streaked with tears.

“How ya doing, Trisha?”

“So cold,” she chattered, her gaze staring straight ahead at the grey expanse before her.

“I know, just hang in there. We’re gonna get you out of there.”

“Is the helicopter coming?”

“Any minute now this storm will clear up.” It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t what either of them wanted to hear.

There was a long silence. So long, Lexa worried that Trisha had gone to sleep on her again. She looked back at the commotion of the command center set-up a hundred yards back. She could just barely make out the outline of what had to be the chief in command, watching her with hands on his hips, a steady presence of support where nothing else could be done.

“Trisha?”

“I’m here.”

“I’m going to get you out of there. I just need you to stay with me.”

Trisha had been so still for so long. The car had finally stopped tipping back and forth when the wind direction had changed. Things had been stable, under control. Why Trisha chose to jerk around in her seat at that moment, sending the car ninety degrees in the air, Lexa might never know, but when the car went over, there was only one thing she could think to do.

Lexa dove forward.

***

Clarke sat in bed with her bedside table lamp on. The windows moaned and the house shook with every growl of the wind, but she was warm under the blankets, albeit lonely. She ran her hand over her belly, smiling when she received a gentle kick in greeting.

The clock on the wall above their nightstand read one in the morning. She, Raven, Octavia and her mother had finished putting the present under the tree an hour earlier. While her mother had gone to bed and the girls had put on a Christmas movie in the living room, the volume low enough not to wake Ellie, Clarke had receded upstairs for a hot bath. She had been so cold all night, and it had nothing to do with the storm outside. She missed her wife, worried about her, and her absence chilled so thoroughly she trembled even with the heat on.

It hadn’t always been this bad. Going back to school, starting her residency, and raising Ellie made it hard to think about anything other than what was directly in front of her throughout the day. There were always moments--a lull in work or a quick coffee break--when Lexa passed through her mind and she couldn’t stop thinking about the dangers her wife may be facing. Then, work would come rushing back, some new emergency needed tending to, and Clarke’s mind would once again be too tied up to think of anything else. She’d get home, Lexa would be there waiting for her, or arrive soon after, and they’d do it all again.

It wasn’t until her second trimester with Henry that the anxiety began to creep in. The nightmares were the worst part. She would wake up, chest heaving, slicked in sweat, with images of Lexa’s mangled body still at the fringes of her mind. She would walk into work, find herself suddenly in the morgue and pulling open a drawer that revealed Lexa, cold and blue and lifeless, only to open her eyes and realize she was still in bed. The worst were the ones where she watched helplessly as Lexa burned.

Everyone assured her that nightmares were normal, yet Clarke could never quite shake the pervasive, nagging sense of impending doom. Her mother told her it was the normal stress every mother felt during a new expansion of her family. Her therapist told her it was residual fear from doing her first pregnancy on her own. Her obstetrician told her it was hormone fluctuation. Clarke, however, thought it was a lot simpler. For Clarke, there was only one explanation: Lexa was her world.

They had not been together too terribly long. After the proposal, the wedding came a year later. The news of Henry came a year after that. And yet somehow, Lexa felt like an entire lifetime. Their love had been a raging, white-water river at first--swift, unrelenting and powerful. Then, it was a cool, still lake on a blazing summer day--calm, comforting and revitalizing. The longer Lexa stayed, the deeper she dug into the very fabric of Clarke’s being. She took up residence in dark, unforgotten spaces of Clarke soul, dusting things off, turning on the light, furnishing her with love and kindness, safety and contentment, passion and adoration. Lexa was home, and everytime she walked out the front door of their house, home went with her. Without a home, everything was terrifying.

Clarke crawled out of bed and crossed to the dresser. She dug through a drawer until she found one of Lexa’s old sweatshirt and slipped it over her head. Even with the eight months of growing baby clinging to her stomach and hips, the sweatshirt was roomy on her, accounting for Lexa’s broad shoulders and strong torso. The arms were humorously too long and the collar was worn. It wasn’t meant to flatter, just to remind--to embrace and comfort and keep out the cold. Had it not been Christmas Eve, she may have gone to her daughter’s room, scooped up the tiny, sleeping thing for some magical, healing snuggles as she often did on nights Lexa was out. But as such, she let Ellie sleep, and passed the time with her nose burrowed into the old sweatshirt, closing her eyes at the traces of Lexa’s cologne imbedded into the fabric.

***

Lexa clung to the iron rung below the bridge so hard her forearm burned sharp and hot despite the freezing air around her. With her other hand, she gripped Trisha’s wrist so tightly, she worried briefly about hurting her. Trisha was screaming, Lexa could tell, but it was muffled beneath the sound of her own heartbeat and the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She looked up at the hand keeping them both from plunging into the water a hundred feet blow, thankful that she had the thick, rubber-palmed gloves on. The tacky surface kept her nearly clued to the icy support bar. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she looked past where Trisha dangled beneath her and watched the car sink slowly beneath the black surface, tail lights still visible even as they became fully submerged.

Her eyes met Trisha’s and she saw shear terror in them. They were wide as they could get, pupils so large her entire eyes were nearly black despite Lexa’s helmet light shining directly into her face. It was that terror that finally snapped Lexa out of her shock. Everything had happened so quickly, she could barely recall any of it. The car had started to go over, she had flung herself inside, and somewhere along the way, she’d yanked Trisha out of the car and caught herself before they followed it into the water. Now, Trisha flailed about, gasping at Lexa in garbled nonsense.

“Hey!” Lexa called down to her, stern, but not unkind. “Trisha, I need you to stop moving.”

Trisha kicked at the air as if she were underwater, trying to fight her way to the surface. Every thrust of her foot sent Lexa swing along with her, straining the grip she had on the bar keeping them alive.

“Trisha, stop moving. Trisha--Trisha!” To no avail, Lexa barked down at her as the woman continued to panic. Had they been in the water, she would have certainly drowned them both by now. Lexa’s shoulder ached at every tug, but Lexa only tightened her fingers around the bar and vowed to hold on. Lucky for them, the bar was narrow and easy to get her entire fist around. Add to the fact that Trisha was a slight woman, maybe one hundred and twenty pounds when wet, Lexa felt relatively okay about her odds of keeping them out of the water.

Nevertheless, each attempt Trisha made at kicking herself back up to the bridge, sent pain rocketing up Lexa’s arm and rattling around the small, frozen bones in her hand like a pinball machine.

“Trischa, I need you to calm down. You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t let me fall!” Trisha screamed, clawing at Lexa’s torgo with her free hand.

“Hey, listen to me. Trisha. Trisha, if you don’t stay still--” Lexa thrust her head back and adjusted her grip on the bar, beginning to question her confidence with every struggle from below her. She dropped her head and stared straight into Trisha’s eyes, boring into her.

“Trisha, god dammit! Do not fucking move another muscle!” She commanded, voice louder, harsher than it had been in a long time.

Trisha instantly stilled.

“Thank you,” Lexa breathed, adjusting her grip once more. “I’m sorry I yelled, but if we’re going to get out of this, I need your attention.”

Trisha swallowed and nodded, eyes fastened to Lexa’s face.

“I want you to grab onto my waistband with your other hand.”

Trisha did as she was told, and Lexa felt a minute relief in the pressure on her grip at having slightly stabilized her load.

“Captain, we’ve got the wench set up, we’re dropping in. Hang tight!” said someone, likely Lincoln, from above her.

“Hang tight? Are you kidding me?” She looked up just as an apologetic face appeared over the side of the bridge.

Lincoln grinned. “Sorry. How ya doing down there?”

“I am not slipping,” she said, widening her eyes towards her fist, then towards Trisha.

Understanding, Lincoln nodded quickly. “Copy that. Almost there.” He shouted something at the people behind him, and Lexa took the time to look down at Trisha and offer her an encouraging smile.

“You were at the store,” Trisha said so quietly, Lexa almost didn’t catch it.

“The store?”

“This morning. At Harrison’s.”

“Oh. Yeah, I was.”

“I rang you up.”

Lexa took in the face staring up at her. It was pale, caked in dirt and a little blood around her hairline, but she was right. She had rung her up. She had given Ellie a complimentary ornament, in fact.

“You did,” Lexa confirmed gently, tightening her grip on Trisha’s wrist when the sound of the mechanized wench grumbled above the howl of the wind. “We’re almost out of here, Trisha. You just keep looking at me, alright? Don’t look down.”

Trisha shook her head and Lexa felt her hand tighten around her waistband. A moment later, Alonzo came over the side of the bridge on a rope, about three feet to the left of them, as Alanna leaned over and monitored his position, giving orders to the winch operator to lower until he was parallel with Lexa.

“Hey, Cap. I’m just gonna get you secured in here and--”

“No. I’m fine. Get Trisha in a harness and get her up.”

“But Cap--”

“Do it.”

Leaving no room to argue, Alonzo looked up at Alanna and nodded for her to instruct the winch operator to lower him once more.

“Alright, Trisha, I need you to grab onto Alonzo. He’s going to secure in and--”

“No, no, no I don’t want to let go. I’m not going to let go,” Trisha gasped, tightening her grip on Lexa. Her legs began to flail again and Lexa cringed at the strain it put on her arm.

“Trisha--don’t--hey, just stop moving. Just calm down.”

“Don’t let me fall!”

“Hey, listen to me,” Lexa huffed, chest heaving in effort. “Do you remember the little girl I came into the store with this morning?”

Trisha nodded.

“Her name is Ellie. She’s five years old and she’s the light of my life. I told her I’d be there to open presents with her in the morning, and I plan on keeping that promise. I’m going home tonight and so are you, do you understand me? I just need you to do everything I say.”

Trisha hesitated, eyes searching Lexa’s face. Then, with more certainty this time, she nodded.

***Lexa pushed through the door as quietly as she could, kicked off her boots and let her jacket fall to the floor. She’d pick it up in the morning when there wasn’t a large bag of ice bandaged to her shoulder. That would be the first thing to go as soon as she got upstairs.

She tiptoed into the bathroom and shed the her clothes, the ice, then donned a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. The clock above the read four in the morning. As carefully as she could, she slipped beneath the covers, grimacing at the shot of pain in her shoulder as she scooted herself into place behind Clarke. Lexa carefully ran her hand up Clarke’s thigh, over her hip, and up her side, smiling at the feel of her old sweatshirt beneath her fingers. Clarke had missed her, it seemed, and Lexa had missed her right back.

In fact, Lexa had not stopped trembling until the moment she had Clarke’s hips tucked into her pelvis and her warm skin beneath her palm. She had come so very close to never seeing them again tonight. Her job always entailed potential for danger, but tonight had hit her hard. Tonight could have been the night Ellie lost one of her mom’s on Christmas eve. The night Clarke lost her wife. The holidays would never be the same for her family, and Lexa ached at the thought of being the cause of that pain. She had made a promise to come home to them every night, and she had come too close to breaking that promise this time. As her team finally pulled them up and over the bridge, as Trisha hugged her and thanked her, as the team drove them to the hospital, and as Lexa lay through an hour-long MRI scan, all she could think about was getting her hands on her girls.

She had kissed Ellie on the way to the bedroom, careful not to wake her, and now she needed her wife. She needed to feel the press of her body against hers, the warmth of her skin and the strength of her heartbeat. Even in sleep, Clarke was so steady and strong and alive. Lexa pressed her face to the back of Clarke’s neck and inhaled her scent. She smelled like an afternoon rain storm, fresh and clean and revitalizing.

She felt Clarke shift beneath her hands, but it wasn’t until Clarke had turned and was kissing her that Lexa drew out of her thoughts. Clarke’s sigh skittered across her face on a puff of warm air, and in an instant, Lexa’s hand were everywhere, caressing and pulling and holding her close. She felt like she was suffocating and Clarke was the oxygen she so desperately needed. Lexa couldn’t get enough of her.

“It’s okay,” Clarke murmured against her lips, “you’re okay.”

“What?” Lexa asked, breathless and distracted. She dove back in for another kiss before Clarke could answer. Clarke slipped her hands beneath Lexa’s shirt and splayed them across Lexa’s back, tugging her close.

“Everything’s okay.”

Lexa nodded against Clarke’s forehead, trying to catch her breath. Something was off, but all she could think to do was press closer, kiss harder, love harder.

“Hey,” Clarke cooed, dropping her hand to the center of Lexa’s chest. She didn’t push, but she held it there and leaned back when Lexa dipped back down.

Lexa frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You tell me,” Clarke said quietly, a soft hint of laughter to her voice, but her eyes were concerned.

“What?”

Clarke ran her thumb across Lexa’s cheek, and finally Lexa felt it. Tears. All at once, they welled up inside of her and she gasped, choking on the ferocity of the emotions she’d bottled away to get the job done.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s alright.” Clarke threaded her fingers through Lexa’s hair and gently tugged at the nape of her neck, guiding Lexa’s face to her breast. She held her close as Lexa shook and buried her nose into her collarbones. They didn’t speak for a long while, not until Lexa let out a shuddering sigh and began pressing kisses to Clarke’s throat.

“Are you hurt?” Clarke asked, her voice small and unsure because she had to ask, but she hated to know.

Lexa shook her head and nuzzled at Clarke’s jaw, kissing at the new skin when Clarke lifted her chin.

“Lexa.” Clarke’s voice was breathy from the attention being paid to her, but there was an edge to it, a warning and a reminder that a lie would be worse than whatever it was Lexa had gotten herself into.

“It’s not bad,” she conceded quietly.

“Show me.”

“There’s nothing to show. Just some strains.”

“Lexa.”

“I promise. I had an MRI.”

Clarke tensed in her arms, and Lexa kissed her, urging her away from the anger and the worry.

“Where? What needed an MRI?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“Lexa, I swear to god.”

“I have a mild strains in my shoulder and wrist. I promise, that’s all.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

Clarke arched her brow.

“Okay. A little.”

“Mhm. Did you ice?”

“Yes. There’s a bag currently melting in our bathroom sink.”

Clarke sighed and dropped her forehead to Lexa’s, breathing in the distinct smell lingering on her wife’s skin.

“You smell like winter,” she whispered, and pressed her nose to Lexa’s cheek. She kissed the curve of her jaw, the corner of her mouth.

“It’s cold outside.”

Clarke nodded and folder her lips into Lexa’s, letting their warmth, their indescribable softness chase away the pain and and anger and worry until there was nothing left between them but the hot press of skin and the hushed moans of desperate lovers. Raging against the exhaustion in their bones, they took comfort in each other’s pleasure until fatigue finally won the battle, and pulled them into sleep just as the sun was beginning to rise.

***

Lexa shuffled out of the kitchen, her hair a mess, her eyes squinting in fatigue. She sipped at her third mug of coffee as she waded through layers upon layers of wrapping paper scraps, and sank into the couch next to Clarke.

Ellie sat amongst a pile of toys, shifting her attention from one to another as she gave a running commentary on all of it to the family that sat around her. Lincoln, Octavia and Abby, sat on the floor next to her, while Raven stood by the tree and recorded sporadically from her phone. Anya fiddled with the build-your-own tricycle she had gotten her niece, and Lexa watched it all from her place on the couch, amazed at her incredible life. Tucked into her side, Clarke leaned up and pressed a kiss to her jaw, earning her a sleepy hum.

“Tired?” Clarke asked, smiling as Lexa yawned into her coffee.

Lexa only grinned, refusing to be baited into speaking of the illicit activities they’d taken part in with their family under the same roof.

“When’d you get in, Lex?” Octavia asked, nodding in approval when Ellie thrusted a toy truck for her to inspect. “Lincoln said your last call was crazy. How long were you hanging--”

“Wow, that’s not--it wasn’t crazy, it was totally chill,” Lincoln quickly interrupted, his wide eyes cutting from Octavia to Clarke. Lexa rolled her eyes when Clarke stiffened, and buried her face into Clarke’s hair, resigned to the fact that she’d pay for the reveal later.

“Hanging around,” Octavia amended with a sheepish grin, “I just meant, how long were you hanging around...the fire station?”

“Octavia,” came Lexa’s muffled groan, “please stop talking.”

“Blame Lincoln! He’s got a big mouth.”

“Hey now. I told you you weren’t allowed to bring it up.” He swallowed, realizing how his words sounded, and looked to Clarke like a deer in headlights. “Because...there was nothing to bring up. It was...an easy night?”

Everyone turned to look at Clarke, who simply rolled her eyes and waved them off. “I don’t want to know,” she said, scratching at the nape of Lexa’s neck. “As long as she comes home, I don’t want to know.”

Lexa kissed her head and sat back up, momentarily glaring at the guilty couple on her floor until she was distracted by the small hands pressing into her legs as Ellie made her way onto the couch and into Lexa’s lap.

“Look, mommy,” she squealed, holding up the firefighter doll for what had to be the fifth time that morning. “It’s the one I wanted!”

“I see that! Pretty cool, bean. Did you thank Grandma for getting it for you?”

Ellie twisted around to get a look at her grandmother, and scrambled down Lexa’s legs. She slipped and slid through the wrapping paper scraps until Abby scooped her up and snuggled her close. Lexa watched them murmur to each other, Ellie occasionally bursting into a fit of giggles at something Abby had whispered or the onslaught of tickling fingers at her belly.

Clarke’s head on her shoulder pulled her attention away and she gazed down at her wife.

“You happy?” Clarke murmured, nuzzling close.

“Extremely. Are you?”

“More so than I thought I ever could be.”

Lexa leaned down and kissed her, grinning against her lips when Raven turned her phone on them and said something about lovebirds and no mistletoe and keeping it PG.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Clarke whispered. “Thank you for coming home.”

“Are you kidding?” Lexa asked, pulling away to take in the beautiful home filled to the brim with love and family. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

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