#Jefferson Grey

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Category is: TV show characters who altered my brain chemistry growing up because for some reason, the writers could never give them a break

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Matched, Elle, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings:  angst, manipulation.

“Hey...I uh-I didn’t expect to see you in here!” Johnny admitted nervously as he stood at the entrance to Lloyd’s room.  You looked at him like a deer in the headlights from your place in your alpha’s bed. 

While you hated yourself for it, there was a very large part of yourself that hadn’t hated intimate moments you’d had with Charles.  There was even a small part of yourself that had found comfort in the devotion to your pack dynamics.    

When you spent that time just watching your own reflection in the mirror as he caressed your skin, and his lips pressed soft kisses along your shoulders.

You felt safe. 

But you did also feel betrayed, even if you had caused it in the first place.He’d made you believe that he would give you a shot at freedom, when really he was just offering you another form of an anchor to them. 

You’d refused to wear any of the clothes whenever they were dropped off, and Charles, after being fed up with your indifference, told Jefferson to get you out of his room.

“But what happened?”

“She’s being a frigid bitch is what happened,” Charles growled, glaring at you.  You sat in the shower, refusing to move after he’d let you into the bathroom, “I even tried turning on the cold water so that it was freezing, but she wouldn’t get out.”

You could hear the two of them bickering after Jefferson had all but dragged him out of the bathroom.  You stared at the intricate backsplash that lined the shower, your mind racing over the conversation that had happened previously.

You’d felt numb ever since Charles had told you just how much damage you’d done to each of the men in your life.Had you really caused that much destruction within your own match by running away in the first place?

Had you really made Lloyd distrustful of everyone?  And had you made Bobby a numb man who shut the world out?  And did you really make Johnny so upset that he had to bury his misery with others just so that he didn’t feel alone? 

And Jefferson.

The man who was sweet to you beyond a doubt; with no ulterior motives. 

Your heart ached at the thought of the misery you’d caused each of them in the nine years you chose to hide.

“Honey...” You didn’t dare meet Jefferson’s eyes.  You sat, legs pulled up to your chest, your arms wrapped around yourself, “what did you do to her, Charles?”

“I didn’t do-“

But his words were cut off when there was a crash.    The accessories and bath salts that had lined the shelves were knocked to the floor.  You looked up in shock, and Jefferson had Charles pinned to the door.  You shuddered, flabbergasted by the reaction of the normally sweet omega, “YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!  SHE WASN’T LIKE THIS BEFORE SHE CAME INTO YOUR ROOM!  WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?”

Charles looked utterly shocked at the way that Jefferson, the omega of the group, had been so forceful with him. 

You remembered Bobby’s words.

‘He’s the most gentle, sweet-natured man that turned all of his own tragedy into his greatest strengths.  He was the epitome of an omega.’

You felt your stomach turning.

Was it your fault that the sweet, gentle man had morphed into something clearly far darker, and that part of him lingered beneath the surface because of you abandoning him nine years ago?

“I-I want to go to Lloyd’s room!” you whispered, “P-please...take me to Lloyd’s room.”

The words nearly snapped Jefferson from his rage in an instant. 

Your voice sounded so tiny and fragile. 

But he rushed to you just as quickly, falling among the broken bottles and bath accessories.  You could still see Charles over his shoulder, gripping at his own chest in disbelief still, “honey...speak to me.  Are you okay?  What did Charles do to you?”

A few tears slipped down your cheeks, and you shook your head, “please...d-don’t touch me...I-I just want to go to Lloyd’s room until he comes home...p-p-please.  I-I want my alpha.  I want Lloyd, but I can’t be near him, so please...just take me to his room.”

Jefferson frowned but nodded, showing that he’d comply with your request, “whatever you want, honey.”

“I-I just wanted to feel close to him!” you admitted as you tugged the blankets back around yourself, keeping you inside of your makeshift cocoon. Johnny’s confusion turned to sadness, and you could tell that clearly, he’d felt something similar, but for entirely different reasons.

“I-I miss him too!” he said softly, stepping into the room.  He stopped before the bed and gestured to the room “I-is it okay if I come in?”

You nodded, sniffling to yourself, “Is he-normally gone this long?”

“Aside from him and Bobby going after you, the longest I’ve been away from him since we met was only a few days...” he frowned, shaking his head, “so no.”

“Even when you were in other matches?”

“Yeah...”

“Do-do you think that he’d mind that I changed into his clothes?” you asked softly, opening the blankets ever so slightly so that Johnny could see you were wearing one of his plain white sleep shirts and a pair of blue pajama pants.

Johnny chuckled, “I don’t think he’d mind it much, Elle...honestly, it’d probably make him lousy with pride...knowing that you were choosing his room while he was gone just so that you could be closer to him...even when there’s four others you could be building relationships with.  Wearing his clothes because that’s the closest you can be right now...oh he’d be smiling so wide that no one could keep his ego down.”  

You felt a tightening in your stomach.

And you must have made a face as Johnny stepped closer, “I-I didn’t mean anything by it, Elle.  Lloyd’s just a very proud man.  And especially as an alpha, he’d be beyond giddy knowing that you want to be near him.  He-he’s not so great with showing or discussing how he feels, but I’ve learned how to read his complicated actions.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you went to wrap yourself back up again.

But Johnny was there in front of you. 

He’d dropped to his knees and lifted your chin so that you were looking him in the eyes, “What’s wrong?  And don’t say that it’s just Lloyd being missing, sweetness.  I can see something deeper in those sad, beautiful eyes.”

“I-It’s nothing...I just-“

Johnny chuckled, “you know...with all these little interactions, I can see how you scored so closely to us.  You’re just as stubborn as Bobby.  You like wrapping yourself in a cocoon when you’re scared or uncomfortable like Jefferson does.  As unwilling to talk about your emotions as Lloyd is...but you express your wants in the same way that I do...a little sneaky maybe, but we get what we want in the end, don’t we?”

“And Charles?” you sniffled.

Johnny’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and he studied you, “did something happen with Charles, Elle?”

“I-It’s nothing!”

“I know that ever since you spent the morning with him you’ve been different,” he acknowledged, “Jefferson told us that you asked to go to Lloyd’s room until he came back, and Bobby wrote it off as your traditionalism, saying you probably wanted to start with the head of the family unit even though he went on assignment...but you’re not wearing anything he bought you from what it looks like...and you look...different.  The spark is there...but it’s more like an ember.” 

Your eyes met his, “I don’t want to talk about it, Johnny.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment there was silence.

For a moment, you thought that Johnny was just going to let it go. 

“Did he touch you?”

Your throat went dry in an instant, “Wh-what?”

“Did Charles touch you, Elle?  D-did he rape you?” he asked suddenly, “because that’s the only reason why I could think you’d be acting like this...the only reason why Jefferson would cover for him but still be distant during meals...because he did something to you.  Did Charles-“

“Johnny, I-“

“We have to tell Bobby,” he said quickly, lifting you from the bed, “he won’t stand for him doing something like this.  That’s-“

“Charles didn’t rape me, Johnny,” you argued, pulling yourself from his grasp.  But the tears fell down your cheeks as you thought about what had happened a few days ago, “He-I had sex with him...I-“

“Then he took advantage of you!” he growled.

“No...no...i-I tried to take advantage of him...of the kind of person that I thought he was.  He had his balcony open!” you admitted, “I thought that if I could get him to trust me then he would take the collar off and I could run after he fell asleep!”

Johnny dropped your arm, “you what?”

“I was going to run away again...” The look of despair running across his beautiful face nearly broke your heart.  You sniffled a little bit more, and looked away from him, “I-I’m not a good match for the five of you, Johnny.  I wasn’t meant to-“

“You’re just like Charles,” he growled angrily, cutting you off, “you’re manipulative...just like him.”

“Johnny-“

You went to reach out to him, but this time it was him who pulled his arm from your grasp, “Elle...we’ve waited for you for so long.  Trusted in the match process that you were the perfect girl for us.  And then you ran away.  You made the decision to do what you wanted because you were what, afraid?  We were all afraid.  Me and my sister grew up with our fathers, three of which died during assignments, and a fourth who was killed with our mother in a car crash.  We were raised by our alpha as little more than experiments.  Jefferson dealt with more pain than you can imagine.  Lloyd was outcasted from his family because he didn’t fit their expectations.  Bobby was treated like garbage.  We were all scared, Elle.  But we didn’t run away.  We ran to you!”

“Johnny-“

By this time, Bobby was standing at the door to Lloyd’s room.

“Storm...you need to cool off.”

Johnny turned to him, tears in his eyes, “she’s just like Charles.  They fucking deserve each other.”

And with that, he left the room.

“Ellie bear...”

Your stomach twisted into knots, and you held up your hand to keep him at bay, “please-d-don’t come near me...I-“

You heard the door closing softly and you fell back onto Lloyd’s bed, breaking down.  But you were surprised when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you. 

The calming scent of spring showers and the slight twang of tobacco surprised you.

“I’m not worth any of your time.” You sobbed as he pulled you to his chest.

“That’s not true, Ellie Bear...” he sighed, pressing his lips to your temple, “you are worth our time.  And we’re worth yours.  Johnny is just-he’s a hothead sometimes, and he doesn’t know how to-“

“I seduced Charles in hopes that he would take the collar off so that I could bolt,” you admitted, “I was going to run away at the first chance that I got.”

“I understand,” he sighed, rocking the two of you together, “I get it, Ellie.  You were on your own for nine years.  You endured so much when you were on your own.  Not all of which any of the five of which will truly be able to understand.  You had a freedom that none of us will ever get being on your own...you were in the unknown for nine years.  This must feel like a prison to you.  You’re being told what to wear.  Where to be.  How to act...it’s scary.”

“How are you so understanding?” you sobbed, looking up at him, “why aren’t you mad at me?”

“I remember what it’s like to feel like there’s no way out, Ellie...I know what it’s like to feel like you want to run...to feel the guilt of someone else’s burdens on your soul...”

You broke down into his chest once more, your tears staining his shirt, “I’m just like Charles...Johnny kept saying that when he found out.  He-he’s going to hate me just like he hates him.  He-“

“He doesn’t hate you...just like he doesn’t wholly hate Charles,” he frowned, “Just-he-Johnny’s jealous that you and Charles have the ability to not be afraid of the unknown...Charles’ family is so well off that he had options when matching...some families...like those that are beyond the elites, like his, are so rich and powerful, that if they feel they aren’t getting a good match, can come up with their own or pay to reject it until a more fruitful one comes along...and usually, they tend to keep the money where it is.  Charles rejected two sub-par matches that were a financial play because he wanted his true love match...he wanted you more than anything else in the world.  More than all of his family’s money.  After we couldn’t get you, he accepted a money match...at his families insistence.  He wanted to pay for Jefferson to be included in the match so that they could stay together, but they wouldn’t allow it.”  

“A-and Johnny hates him for it?”

“No...that-that’s a little more complicated, honey,” he sighed, “Johnny has issues with Charles because of the past...that yes, happened because of you...but for him, it was unavoidable.”

“T-tell me what happened?”

He sighed, “it’s really not my story, Elle.”

“Ple-please....”

“Do you know why it took us nine years to be able to come after you and get you?” he asked quietly.  You shook your head, “it wasn’t because we didn’t want to come after you, we did.  It was because of Charles...he turned Johnny and Lloyd in.  If he hadn’t had done that, we would have gotten you so much sooner.”

“Turned them in?”

He nodded, “after you ran away...and we all got re-placed into other matches, Charles, Johnny, and Lloyd found themselves frequenting the same pleasure houses.  Which is common for high-ranking men if they’re unfulfilled in their match...but Charles was jealous of the two of them...because when we all met, there was an obvious connection between Lloyd and Johnny, and an obvious connection between himself and Jefferson.  Only, Jefferson didn’t visit pleasure houses once he was put into his new match.  He grieved by putting himself wholly into the new match, refusing to even talk with any of us.”

“But not Lloyd and Johnny?”

“Lloyd and Johnny would often have group orgies with women there...only, they would end up kicking the women out after a while...and by the time the night was over and the morning came, it was just the two of them waking up in a room together,” he frowned, “and while orgies are one thing...the government frowns on two employees waking up in a bed together without a woman.  Once or twice maybe, it happens because a girl needs to get back to work...but it became a regular thing to them.  Johnny and Lloyd ended up having a relationship outside of their matches.  And Charles couldn’t handle it.  He couldn’t handle people within our original match receiving the love that he was so desperate for, if it wasn’t him.”

“So-so he turned them in.”

“He turned them in,” he confirmed, repeating your sentiment, “Johnny was removed from his astro-explorer research position, and Lloyd was sanctioned.  Johnny never fully recovered from it.  He works research with his sister’s matches and has offered to do exploratory missions, but he’s barred from going into space again.  He lost all of his privileges.  And Lloyd...he was wrecked in an entirely different way.  He was pulled from training recruits.  His operation to come after you was called off...ironically enough, it was just after the third year anniversary of you being gone...we were supposed to come after you.”

“When I was twenty.”

“Yes,” he frowned, “but once Johnny found out Charles was the reason why we couldn’t come after you...that he was the one that turned him and Lloyd in, he blamed him.  Charles said that he was just following rules, but really, he was just jealous that he never felt that connection with someone until Jefferson, but that Jefferson rejected him after you ran away.”

“I hurt all of you!” you said softly, coming to the ultimate realization, “a-all of your pain...it’s my fault.”

“You were scared!” he replied honestly, “and so were we.  All of us just dealt with it in different ways...”

“But it’s my fault.”

Bobby gave you a solemn look.  You knew that there as nothing he could say that would change your mind about it, and it was as though he knew the exact same thing.

“We don’t blame you...” he frowned, “sure...there are a lot of emotions running around, and a lot of baggage that has to be dealt with, but I’m sure that we can all work through it, Ellie Bear.  We just need to be open.  We need to talk to each other to get this to work.”

“Wh-what if Johnny can’t forgive me?”

He chuckled, “like I said, he’s a hot head.  But him and Lloyd deal with things the same way.  They just need time.  Johnny said his piece, and he’ll heal from it.”

“So where do we go from here?”

 “We go through it with honesty,” he said firmly, “we open up.  We talk.  And we work on our individual and group relationships.”

“How do you make it seem so easy, Bobby?”

“Oh, Ellie Bear...it’s anything but easy...but this was the match that was meant to happen...we just need to find a way to figure it out.”

“But how?”

“Well...you’re the center of our match...so...let me hear your story.”

Chapter 7

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Poll of the Dragon #27

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Five-Star

Summary: You’ve been dating Dean Winchester, which is nothing short of a fever dream. A brilliant fever dream. But when you decide to test him on how much he wants you, you don’t get the answer you expected to have.

A/N - Welcome to the Karak Chaii-verse! I had an idea to write Dean with an Indian POC, since I’m one myself. Creds to @zepskies and her brilliant Midnight Espresso-verse, and you should definitely check that out. This is a small drabble that I thought up.

Your family had moved to the US around a year after you were born. That’s because the monsters in India were far more dangerous than in America due to the origination of them from the depths of Indian mythology, such as a rakshasa or arunasura, but you found that here was far more escalated.

At least, you’d found out when you met the Winchesters.

You came from a long line of crazy good Indian hunters, so you were already a great one yourself. Back in India, your parents would pose as part of the CBI, but you had to resort to finding someone who could make you a believable FBI badge once you turned eighteen and got into hunting solo, which was around 1997. There you met Bobby Singer, who hooked you up with what he called the ‘All-American Hunting Kit’, which consisted of an array of fake IDs and a lore book. You were glad your training, done by your dad, was done by the intensity of monsters in India rather than here, otherwise it’d be harder to get by.

On a hunt for a vampire and wraith hybrid in Grant Pass, Oregon, you came across the Winchesters, the shorter of the two having dubbed the hybrid ‘Jefferson Starships’. That man was Dean, and you were taken by his charming, goofy attitude that switched to an attractive sort of intensity when faced with imminent danger. You just didn’t expect ‘imminent danger’ to be the mother of all monsters.

Once your parents had found out that you were hanging out with the Winchesters, who were at the centre of any and all supernatural trouble in America, they sent you a thousand calls telling you to get your ass out of there before you got killed. You being you, you didn’t listen. Not when you knew that you’d get withdrawal symptoms from not seeing the million dollar smile of Dean Winchester, which quickly won you over (and his lips too, which knew damn well what they were doing).

As for Sam, you quickly saw him as your little brother figure, who also helped you manage your unruly hair by recommending the right hair products that you now had stocked up. You’d both nerd over monsters, you’d tell him about all the ones you’d encountered in India while Sam told you stories about all that he and his brother had gone through.

Which was no less than a lot. And you thought India was a harder place to live, by what your parents told you. Here there’s the friggin’ Apocalypse.

Dean was obviously your favourite Winchester. He’d told you he really liked you about two years and a half after you met amid averting eyes and stammered words as he spewed compliment after compliment, standing there in the Bunker’s kitchen like a nervous melon in his grey robe, black shorts with hot dogs on them and black undershirt with fuzzy hair.

You’d cut his nervous ramblings off by pulling him in by the lapel of his robe, lips puckered in surprise as they met yours as the tangy taste of cherry and sweet, buttery pie crust flooded your taste buds and even more so when Dean quickly took control of the kiss, hands tangling in your hair and grabbing at soft curves like his life depended on it.

One thing Dean loved about you was your cooking. Your mom had taught you a wide array of Indian dishes that you could cook, and the moment the first bite of your rajma and rice graced Dean’s mouth, it was hook, line and sinker. You’d taught him how to eat chole bhature, roti and sabzi and which masala was which so he could know what the hell did you put to make him fall for you over and over again.

You were scrolling on your YouTube shorts one day when you came across a video of a woman asking her husband what his favourite snack was to see if he’d say her or not. You didn’t look like the definition of a snack right now, with your unwashed hair tied up in a bun that your mom taught you to do with no hair tie whatsoever in grey sweatpants, Dean’s undershirt and fuzzy mismatched socks, but you decided to try it out anyway as Dean came into the bunker’s living room, approaching you from behind with a delicate yet possessive cup of your chin and a kiss to your temple.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He greeted in that low voice of his that was effortlessly seductive even when he wasn’t trying, his hand sliding down to comfortingly rub over your chest and shoulder as he passed by. “Doin’ ok?” He sat down beside you, arm around your shoulder as his fingers began to play with your hair, warm green eyes trained on you.

You nodded, setting your phone aside. “Doing alright, yeah.” Then you decided to try out the question. “Dil, what’s your favourite snack?” You called Dean dil sometimes because it meant heart in Hindi, and he had yours.

The question got a chuckle out of him as he jerked his head to the right in amusement. “Awh, sweet girl, that’s hardly fair. I’d say beef jerky, but that new thing you, uh, introduced me to really raised the bar.” His brow furrowed in thought for a moment in contrast to the large grin on his face. “The aloo whatzitsname.”

“Aloo lachha.” You corrected with a giggle, barely holding back the urge to say what the answer was.

“Yeah, that. Or, uh, pie, but that’s a dessert and not a snack. Maybe that rajma stuff, but that’s a meal.” He continued rambling on any and all snacks he’d added to his palette since meeting you, until a bout of laughter from you slowed his roll. “What? What’s so funny, huh?”

“So… your favourite snack isn’t me.” You teased with a smirk, which got the cogs in his head turning. “You failed, sorry, honey.”

The words got a raise of his eyebrow and a slow and subtle roving of his eyes down your body and a bite of his lip. To him, you looked absolutely delicious. Like the best thing at a five star restaurant.

He stood up with a low grunt, facing you before grabbing you by your hips, hoisting you up so fast that you had to wrap your sweatpant-clad legs around his waist with a small shriek. “See, baby, that’s where you’re wrong.”

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that bordered on reverence and somehow the intention to devour at the same time, which had you moaning already. His tongue slipped into your mouth, briefly getting a taste and giving you the distinct flavour of the aloo chaat you had made for lunch mixed with beer before he pulled back and nipped your bottom lip, groaning at the feeling of your fingers now tugging at his hair.

“You…” Dean paused for a breath and a low chuckle, staring at you hungrily. “You are the whole damn buffet.”

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Character Post: Audrey/Alistair Sawyer

"It’s when I want to express how I feel the most that I make the biggest mess of it. What is wrong with me? I don't know."

Audrey/Alistair Sawyer is a complicated person. Rude, obnoxious, and self-centered come to mind if you ask somebody to describe them. Their behaviour has made it difficult for them to integrate properly into the social dynamics at St. Augustine, not that they are aware of it. Or at least, they sure act like they are not.

But these assessments of A's personality barely scratch the surface of who they are. Because they can be generous, sympathetic, and even remorseful. A feels intense pressure as the heir to the Sawyer family business, which has a trickle effect into the way they act and carry themself. They struggle to properly articulate their feelings, often saying the complete opposite of what they are truly thinking.

One things for sure, the PC will have their hands full with A Sawyer as their partner in crime when it comes to this body swapping fiasco. But at least it will promise to be an eventful year.

Year: Senior

Appearance: They are thin and lithe with pale skin. Dyed red hair with brown roots barely poking out. Eyes are a cloudy blue, verging on grey. If male, wears a fancy watch and a golden chain; if female, wears an assortments of bracelets and a golden necklace. Speaks with a slight twang, but it's hardly noticeable. Their lithe frame is attributed to the fact that they are not accustomed to much physical exertion.

Height: if male: 6'0; if female: 5'6

Likes: sweets and candy, easy tasks, praise, making their parents proud, thriller TV shows

Dislikes: E Jefferson, the PC (sometimes), being proven wrong, vegetables, sometimes K Berg honestly, cheap toilet paper, romantic comedies, homework

Character Song: Vanilla Salt - Yui Horie

This post is subject to change.

[soelstress]

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

Pairing: Jefferson x female!reader

Summary: Jefferson's scar leads to both of you feeling insecure, so you show him what you and Grace see in him.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , body insecurity (scarring)

A/N 1 - This is one of two submissions for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late! Bit more fluff than smut 😅

A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are body worshipping , mirror sex and accidental 'I love you' during sex

A/N 3 - GIF from Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

You had been cursed before, living in a land for 28 years where time was frozen. Memories of your true self had been suppressed, replaced by new ones of your alternate life. While the curse had been broken, sometimes it felt difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. For example, the opulence of the house that you found yourself in. There weren’t homes like this in the Enchanted Forest unless it was one of the Royal Palaces. Or the devilishly handsome man before you. Your gaze roved over him, taking in his immaculate outfit. A grey patterned shirt matched beautifully with trousers of the same shade, the dark blue waistcoat and scarf adorning his neck provided a burst of colour while also highlighting the colour of his eyes. Never had you encountered such beauty in your land but here in Storybrooke it had found you. And the way this man made you feel with his whispers and touches couldn’t possibly be real. 

“Hey”. Two warm fingers gently caught your chin and directed you into a hypnotic blue gaze. His brows were dipped in concern. “Are you all right?”

The touch centered you, your spinning mind slowing but still fuzzy. Courtesy of the drinks from the Rabbit Hole bar which tended to be on the strong side. Blushing, you smiled. “Sorry. I’m not always sure where dreams start and reality ends”.  

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled indulgently. “I know something about that”. The hand on your chin moved to stroke your cheek. “Would it be bold to ask if you think I’m real? Or a dream?”

The question caught you off guard. You had been seeing Jefferson for a few months. The man was an enigma. But you could not answer him. You desired so much for your dreams to become reality, a reality where he loved you. But you were too afraid to tell him so. So instead of replying you leaned up and kissed him, continuing your original path to his bed before you had become distracted. Jefferson gently lowered you on the quilt, following without breaking the lip lock. One of your hands gently pulled his carefully disheveled hair while the other tugged at the front of his waistcoat.

With a gasp, Jefferson pulled away and began to reach for the illuminated lamp beside the bed. “Wait”. Your hand caught his arm. “Can… can we please leave the light on? I want to see you”.

Jefferson swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly wide with panic. “Why? Why would you want to see me? You know why I turn the light off”. His hand brushed along the scarf that covered most of his neck, hiding the shameful reminder of abandoning his daughter. 

“Jefferson, you remove that scarf when we’re alone and the room is dark. But you’ll only become… intimate when I cannot see you”. Part of you understood why Jefferson wanted to hide his scar but another part couldn’t help feeling slightly insecure that he turned off the light to avoid seeing you. “I know how you feel about the scar. I know you never want Grace to know of it or see it. But do you remember what Doctor Hopper said?” You searched his face but he just stared back at you, unmoving. “You can only move on by embracing the consequences of your actions”. Jefferson shook his head in denial, gently removing your hand from his arm. He climbed off the bed and began to pace. “Grace understands what happened, she’s forgiven you-“

“She shouldn’t have. I abandoned her!” Jefferson yanked at his hair, the brown strands becoming unruly in his despair. Regina had cursed Jefferson to remember his true life in the Enchanted Forest while everyone else had alternate memories, including his daughter Grace. He had suffered all those years without her, keeping himself isolated. “Regina was right. If I truly loved Grace, I would have stayed with her. I should never have left!”

“You wanted to give her a better life. There’s not a parent I know who doesn’t want the best life for their child”. A flicker of annoyance rose as you replayed his answer. “Regina? Really, you’re taking the word of a woman who double crossed you multiple times, left you in Wonderland, cursed a whole realm for vengeance against Snow White and lied to her son, causing him to question his own sanity?” You bit your tongue to stop from asking if he was crazy. He wasn’t, but like you sometimes his mind struggled to handle everything he had faced alone. Standing, you moved behind Jefferson and turned him to face the full length mirror standing opposite the bed.

“I want you to see what your daughter sees. The man who played in the Forest, had tea parties with her and took care of her. The one who she knows would fight to keep her safe. Her Papa who loves her so much that he wanted to give her a better life and watched over her for 28 long years. Jefferson… Grace loves you. She loves you and has forgiven you. Now forgive yourself”.

Tears streamed from Jefferson’s eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath before pulling you out from behind him. Tugging your body flush against his, your back to the mirror with your hands resting on his chest. “And what about you?”

His heart pounded under the material of his waistcoat. “I feel a heart that has endured so much pain but loves effortlessly”. Both of your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs tenderly tracing over his deep blue eyes that darkened as he watched you. “I see beautiful eyes that have witnessed too much and yet continue to shine every day”. Standing on tiptoe, you watched one thumb trace the plump pillows on his face. His jaw dropped with a soft gasp. “I hear laughter from a tortured soul that smiles despite the darkest days”. Your hands began to slowly undo the buttons of his waistcoat. “Please Jefferson… I understand you wanting to hide the scar… but please… let me see you”. Once the waistcoat was undone, you moved to do the same to his shirt. Jefferson shrugged out of both, letting the material fall to the floor. Filled with awe, your fingers reverently began to glide along his torso. He trembled at the caress, his tortured anguish and fear being conquered by love and acceptance, something he’d never dared hope for. Your hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and undoing the button of his trousers. A warm vice grip suddenly stopped your progress. Looking up, you saw Jefferson had stopped crying. Audibly gulping, he guided you with shaking hands to undo the scarf. “No, Jefferson”. Your heart lurched as you tried to tug your hands away, but he held them tightly. 

“Please”. His blue eyes sparkled with a combination of desire, fear and pain. “Please”.  With the joint effort of your hands and his, the scarf was removed. Cautiously you leaned in to allow for Jefferson to stop you or pull away, but he never did. Your lips brushed over the red angry skin, and he whimpered. Worried, you pulled back but he held you tightly against his neck. “Please”. Butterfly kisses ghosted hesitantly along the scar, sounds of praise and adoration spilling from you. Soft whimpers became gasps as his chest heaved, his hands skimming restlessly up and down your back. “No. No more”. For a moment you panicked that you’d pushed too far until you realised his hands tugged desperately at your clothes. “Need you. Need you now” he rambled, sending fabric flying as he grabbed and squeezed your supple flesh. 

Almost absently your hands began to wind into his chocolate curls as you caught his face and kissed him, tongues dueling. When you started to pull back Jefferson looked at you with confusion. “I want to see you” you whispered, praying that he could sense the longing in your body. Murmuring sounds of reassurance, you turned in his arms to meet the reflection in the mirror. Carefully you began guiding him to kneel on the thick carpet before leaning forward to rest on your elbows. Glancing up, your breath caught in your throat. Jefferson’s icy blue gaze burned with yearning, his reflection almost ethereal - strong, determined, beautiful. A whimper escaped you when his body heat enveloped you, his body weight almost forming an intimate cocoon, his hard silky flesh between your legs. Grinding against you, he soaked his cock in your arousal. “Jefferson…” He stilled at the sound of your pleading. Carefully, he guided the tip to your entrance and began to push into you. Your gazes never left each other but you struggled to keep your eyes open at the glorious sensation of being filled. Once buried inside you, he began to move with slow deliberate thrusts. Mewling, you met his movements while watching him. The only sounds filling the room were the slaps of flesh meeting and soft noises of pleasure. Jefferson watched in fascination as your body jiggled and bounced at his every thrust. Encouraging you to lean back against him, his eyes widened at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Beautiful” you murmured, head turning to press a kiss to his scar. 

The world shifted as you found yourself empty before Jefferson pushed you flat to the ground and rolled you on your back before entering you again. His rhythm began to increase, his arms holding you tight against him. Mumbling tickled your ear. Jefferson was lost to his mind, but you knew the best thing was to let him come back in his own time. Instead you held him tighter. “It’s good, s’good… feels so good” he babbled, nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t stop… can’t stop… won’t stop”. He shifted slightly, his pelvic bone tapping against your clit. A coil began to build in your belly and you squeezed his length. At your whimper of his name he groaned loudly. “Please… need it. Need you” You wanted so badly to believe he was saying this sincerely, but you knew he was stuck in the depths of his mind. “Ohhh… love this. Love it. Love you”. Your brain froze and your heart stopped as your body shuddered, gently milking him into his orgasm. 

Blinking dazedly, his blue eyes cleared and focused on you, worried as he observed your petrified state. When he realised what he had said, instead of denying it as you expected, he blushed slightly. “Not quite the romantic moment I had in mind…”

Blinking, you glanced up shyly at him. “Jefferson, is this real? Do you mean it?”

Head cocked, his dazzling smile restarted your heart. He reached up to the bed and pulled the quilt off, wrapping you both in the luxurious material. “Of course I do. Somewhere in all this madness, I fell for you. You make me feel loved. Wanted. Beautiful” he murmured the last word shyly.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. Nuzzling into his neck, you pressed a kiss to the scar before pressing kisses all over his face. “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring”. Jefferson’s eyes shone brightly at your words. “I love you Jefferson. No matter any curses, madness or ridiculousness we may have to face, we’ll do it together”.

[abardnamedreginald]

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[fuckyeahpunkflower]

Guys guys guys its AU time! With older Miles(18) and older Hobie (20). (Also no spider man powers, normal times)

Miles is attending a prestigious University in Northern New York after years of studying and applying for scholarships at Visions. Rio and Jefferson are super proud of him although a bit sadden that their baby boy is now a young man leaving the house.

On the plus side, Miles is SUPER stoke to finally FINALLY have his very own dorm ALL TO HIMSELF! no more cramped spaces, uncomfortable bunk beds or missing shoes (that somehow always made an appearance again when Ganke returned to the room) Miles admits he will miss Ganke but they'll definitely catch up over some games on the PS4 and summer breaks.

But the best part about this university in Mile's opinion is the fact they allow pets on campus and in dorms. Which means he can live his dream of owning a dog. He's always wanted a dog since he was a kid but his parents never thought he was responsible enough to take care of it ( but mainly because Rio and Jefferson didn't want to deal with a toddler and training a puppy at the same time) Now that Miles is grown he's decided its time to make his own decisions. And that decision was to get a dog the moment he moves into his dorm. It took him 2 weeks to get settled in with his belongings and getting familiar with his classes around campus but after that he was heading towards the nearest pet shelter he could find.

And here we enter Hobie Brown! He works at the local pet shelter which houses all sorts of abandoned and neglected pets. From your typical cats and dogs to reptiles, birds, and even fishes, Hobie is there to take care of them all! And on the weekends he playing with his band mates.

Anyway Cue Miles entering the pet shelter and he's immediately greeted with the site of Hobie. They make brief eye contact and Miles freezes in place lost in thought *Damn, I was not expecting to see someone so fucking cool and hot today oh my gosh get it together you're here for a dog you're here for a dog you're here for a-*

"You know usually people tend to rush straight to the pups and ignore me but with the way your staring at me right now I can't say I'm complaining. your face is the same shade as the pups little red rockets back there" Hobie snickers

"Bro WHAT!?" Miles yelled in utter shock. He was NOT prepared for any amount of what was said to him in that moment. "What- I mean- like man- that was the wildest response I've ever-" He stops rambling to gain his composure back. "Look man, I came in here hoping to adopt a dog, can you help me or what?"

Hobie looks at Miles with amusement in his eyes "Sure thing love, straight to the back we go!"

And that was Hobies and Miles first interaction at the pet shelter.

Back to the p o i n t!!!

This is basically a college Miles and pet shop worker Hobie (except its a shelter) AU merged into one. Basically Miles visits the shelter every week looking for a dog to adopt and Hobie shows him around. With each visit Miles begins to learn more about Hobie and his relationship with the animals at the shelter. Like how Hobie absolutely adores this grey African parrot that was left in the cage on the street. Its feathers are sparse and sheds but it loves to mimic Hobies Cockney accent.

Eventually Miles adopts a cute senior black Labrador named Orca due to the white and gray furs around her eyes. Even after getting his dog he still visits the shelter between classes to talk to Hobie.

So like yeah in order to keep this short before I literally write the first fucking chapter of this AU on here.

Miles is in college and develops feelings for Hobie while he helps him adopt a dog. They hang out sometime later and Eventually BOOM they're boyfriends :D

[zoloftsexdeath]

Thinking about the origin songs of all the surviving covey members. I can’t speak to color theory, and I haven’t read the books, but I do know some folk songs and recognized some names. Now I don’t stick to Childes ballads strictly when listening to these songs, but I will be listing the number for reference on all the names that have a childe’s ballad corresponding, just for ease of research.

Lucy Grey Baird

Lucy Grey is her own creature and her song is plain in the books. I think the difference between the book ballad of Lucy Gray and the one in the movie (the song she herself wrote about Billy Taupe) is fascinating, as the first one is more of a story-song traditional like, and the Ballad per the movie is so. Im shoving it in my mouth and eating it. Smarter people with more context than me can write better about it though so I’ll leave it at this. I personally think Rachael Ziegler killed it though, and her voice is high and clear, would love to hear her live so I could lay in the grass and kick my feet as I listen.

Barbara Azure Baird

Barb Azure canonically came from Barbara Allen/Barb’ry Allen [CB # ]traditionally a round sung about a woman whose lover dies of wanting her, and she dies of sorrow, and their graves lie entertwined with plants of rose and briar on each respective grave to form a true lover’s knot. My favorite version comes from Joan Baez. This is the only of the covey songs I’ve ever heard before doing this research, and I love it dearly.

Tam Amber [last name unknown]

Tam Amber from Tam Lin! Also known as Tamlaine, Tamlin, or Tam Lyne [Child Ballad #39]. An epic Scottish ballad, and a lovely round. As the story went he was a mortal kidnapped by faeries and has become their unwilling servant, protecting a forest in which he finds a beautiful young woman (usually named Janet or Margaret) whom he confronts for plucking roses. They doink about it, she gets pregnant, her father asks who got her with child, and she rushes back to Tam Lin and begs him to either get rid of the child he begot or marry hee, which in his current state he cannot do. He then devises a plan for Janet/Margaret to performs several tasks that will allow him to return to the land of the mortals, angering the faery queen but assuaging her enough that she makes good on her promise and reluctantly frees Tam Lin to marry his now beloved Janet and legitimize their child. Perhaps not the most traditional version, the one by Anaïs Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer makes me think yes, I can see Tam Amber’s parents falling in love to this song, singing it to him and the other covey children to put them to sleep.

Clerk Carmine Clade

From the ballad Clerk Colven [Child Ballad #42] about a real piece of work who tries to run off on his wife and sleep with a mermaid. The mermaid knows this though, and curses him to suffer a horrific headache until I think his head actually explodes. I don’t think it necessarily has any bearing on Clerk Carmine’s actual personality, but the combination of this song with the color carmine (a brilliant red extracted from the cochinil bug) leads me to believe he was either conceived, born, or his parents married while traveling in district 5. I can see this one being a favorite in district, where they know the danger of baiting the sea and possibly the danger of being a jackass to your wife as well. The location of D5 down in the southwest also leads me to believe it was one of the few places the Covey could have encountered the color as well, as often red 40 or other synthetics are used in mass production of vibrant reds and the use of cochinil based carmine would likely be a very “district” thing, used by native residents for painting or decoration of small items. It’s a strong name, and dangerous when it comes to taking a stand against what the capital represents. I’m surprised he was able to keep it. I reccomend this cover, dunno the singer really but the accent is heavy and his voice is true. I would listen with lyrics alongside though.

Maude Ivory Baird

The book tells us that Maude comes from the poem “Maude Clare” by Christina Rosetti, and Ivory from piano keys. I also like to think that she was partially named after Maud Karpeles, a British folk song collector who helped write down a lot of folk music.

Billy Taupe Clade

Likely from Billy Boy, ironic and fitting for its being about a man after a wife who can feed and care for him despite her being “too young to leave her mother” something Lucy Gray says about him wanting in the books (and seemingly not wanting much more). I don’t care much for this song (sorry), but this is an alright cover.

[magnus-falafelking]

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things at my house and life are not going well. so thank you, for being my friends.

[abbatoirablaze]

Matched, Elle, Chapter 5

Word Count:  2.7k

Warnings:  angst, manipulation, coercion, dubcon relationship, mentions of unprotected sex, sex in exchange for benefits, discussion of using children as bartering chips, mentions of past trauma. 

“I’ll come back and check on you later, okay?”

You nodded as Jefferson opened the door to the bedroom and allowed you to pass by him.

“Okay.”

Without another word, the door closed behind you, a clicking noise drawing your attention back to the hardwood. 

Just as was the case with Bobby’s door, you noticed the same keypad below the handle on Charles’ door. 

You frowned, a sinking feeling taking hold of your stomach.  But then something caught your attention.  You felt a breeze from behind yourself. 

Turning, you noticed the door to the bathroom wasn’t all the way closed, steam pushing out from the sides of the door while the shower ran, Charles’ melodic whistling a low hum in your ears.

But that wasn’t where the draft was coming from. 

Your heart leapt into your throat as you saw a balcony, the French doors wide open and allowing not only the sunlight in, but the crisp spring air. Along with Charles’ whistling, you could hear the faintest chirping of birds outside.

Taking a few steps forward into the room, your heart lurched even more into your throat.  You could practically feel it pulsating and making your ears buzz.  Your eyes watered at the thought of freedom.

Your heart ached against the walls of your chest as the thought of bounding through the room and out onto the balcony, then somehow getting down to the main floor, before running into the woods and disappearing all over again; ignoring all of your responsibilites to the match, and the small relationships that you’d begun to form with the new men in your life.

And then your hand went to your neck.

The already constant reminder that even if you did manage to make it, the men would be one step behind you, and able to track your every move.  Freedom was a construct that you no longer got to fantasize about, because you knew that no matter what, so long as you had the collar around your neck, you would always have them with you.

And you couldn’t go to someone to remove the collar. 

Not without them trying to capture you for themselves and trying to put you in a prostitution ring. 

“That’s not a good idea, you know!”

You nearly jumped out of your own skin at the sound of the voice behind you. 

When had you walked through the room? 

Your eyes trailed along the ornately decorated room and your body turned, until you saw Charles standing in the entryway of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. 

Immediately, your eyes were scanning his body. 

He was a little shorter than Bobby, yes, and while he seemed less imposing than your delta, Charles’ body was sculpted in a way you couldn’t have imagined.  His tanned skin looked like it was stretched taut over marble; your eyes following a few drops that had slipped down his stomach and along his v-line.

“My eyes are up here, gorgeous,” he grinned, his smile making you think of a Cheshire cat.  You frowned and he pouted, “oh come on now, darling...don’t be a prude.  You were practically eye-fucking me a second ago.  You know, if you want to see the rest, all you have to do is ask.  We could even say that the towel slipped if you want to protect your modesty that much.”

“I-I was not-I have-I was just, deep in th-“

“Thoughts of riding me?” he teased playfully as he suggestively ran his hands over his hips.  You found your eyes following his strong, firm hands.  Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest for a whole new reason.  He cleared his throat and you nearly jumped out of your skin again

“You’re an ass.”

He shrugged, chuckling, “maybe.  But there is a connection between us.  You can’t deny that.  I know what you’re thinking about.  I can see it in those sneaky eyes of yours.  You want to know what’s under my towel...you wanna feel the power behind me...want to know how much I can make you purr...”

Your frown deepened, “I don’t even know you.”

“That’s why our gracious delta let me have you first,” he grinned, “he wants our pack dynamics to be great.  He doesn’t want you running again...which is why leaping from my balcony is a bad idea, Elle.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that!”

“No?” he asked in an accusing tone, “then tell me, sweetheart...what were you thinking as you mindlessly walked across the room and towards the open French doors?  Because I know for a fact that you didn’t notice me watching you from the bathroom door.  Those eyes were glassy with thoughts of running off and disappearing into the forest...I saw it.”  

Shit.

He was calling you out on it.

“So, what if I was thinking about it?” you questioned quickly in response, knowing that it was fruitless to lie, especially if he really had watched you, “I didn’t actually do it!”

“Because you’re smart enough to remember your collar,” he pointed out, gesturing to your neck as he made his way towards the bed, “you know that we wouldn’t be far behind you.  And you wouldn’t be able to get it removed.  You know that there really would be no escaping us.  And I trust that you’re smart enough, albeit a little wild, to know that if Lloyd had to come after you yet again, he wouldn’t be nearly as cordial as he has been.”  

“If I’m smart enough to remember my place then why do I need a collar?” you asked, “if you  and Lloyd, and Bobby, and-“

“Don’t get it twisted, gorgeous.  I like you...but I don’t trust you either,” he chuckled, cutting you off, “as much as I love the idea that our match is finally with us...if you jumped out my balcony window and bolted, I would be in deep shit, because I’m not the type to go chasing after anything.  Johnny hates me.  Lloyd and Bobby tolerate me, but Jefferson...he would never forgive me.  Not if I let you go...And I’m not looking to upset him again...not after you abandoned us the first time.”

The little dig at how you abandoned them hurt. But it wasn’t untrue. But you also knew that you couldn’t give up on your argument. You really didn’t want to wear the collar and you figured that there had to be something that he could do about it.

“It couldn’t possibly go with whatever it is that you bought and are having sent over for me,” you argued, trying to change your reasoning, “I mean...this thing is god awful ugly...and I know that you know that.”

“I suppose that I’ll have to come to that bridge when we get there, won’t I?” he teased, “perhaps I have already ordered ones that go with your outfits more...and look more like jewelery instead of an actual collar.  No one would ever be able to tell the difference if we took you to an important event on our arm.”

“So, you can change it?”

“It can be changed...but it’s up to Lloyd when it comes to removing it permanently.”

You felt your stomach turning.

By the way he was wording things, it almost felt like he had the authority to make your trap look a little more inconspicuous.  At the very least, you wouldn’t look like a runaway inlet pleasure house girl. 

“So, if I’m good...” you offered, leaving the question open ended as you started towards him, “that means...what exactly?”

“We want to take care of you, Elle,” he promised thoughtfully as he laid back on his bed, “but you have to take care of us too.”

“Ohhh, fuck that was good, gorgeous,” he smiled, pulling you to his side.  You allowed him to tuck you into his side while your breathing evened out, not daring to fight against him.  You felt his lips on your temple and he sighed, “that was even better than I thought it was going to be.  Shit...maybe those tests have some merit to them...that was god-damned incredible, Elle...”

“Yeah...”

“You sound tired, Elle,” he sighed lazily, kissing your temple again, “get some rest, gorgeous...after we wake up, we can take a shower and clean each other up...and maybe get dirty again...then we’ll get you dressed...and I can take you on a tour of the property...”

“And we can change this collar?” you asked hopefully, your eyes trailing up to his, “or maybe...we leave it off entirely?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “is that what this was about?  You thought if you fucked me good enough you’d be able to keep it off?”

“I-“

“Didn’t I tell you that leaving the collar off would be Lloyd’s decision?”

“But...but...”

“But what, honey?  You thought that I would convince Lloyd to take it off you when he gets home because we had great sex?”

“I-I did things with you.  Y-you should trust me.  I-”

“Because we fucked?” he asked firmly, filling in the blanks.  You were silent and he shook his head, “you letting me fill that sweet little kitty once doesn’t mean I’m going to tell Lloyd that I trust you, Elle...and he sure as shit won’t take your collar off this soon to getting you.  Like I said, the sex was great, but-”

“Wh-what do you mean?” you asked, “I thought you could change it!”

“The one that has the key to your collar is our alpha,” he said firmly, “and when he’s not here, it goes to the delta...and while this was fun...if you were hoping that you’d escape the collar by letting me nut in you...you were sadly mistaken.”

You pushed yourself away from him, “are you kidding me?”

Your stomach turned at the way he was smiling at you.

“Oh, come on.  Don’t act like that...I know that you enjoyed it just as much as I did.  We both felt the way that your tight little kitty strangled my cock.  We can still be friendly, like this, Elle...just because I can’t take off your collar doesn’t mean we can’t have fun anymore, does it?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you growled, “stop smiling at me like that!  Why would you think that it’s okay to trick me?  Wh-“

“Oh, you mean like how you thought you were being sneaky by seducing me?” he asked, cutting you off, “because if you want to talk about how someone can be sneaky in order to get what they want, take a look in the mirror, gorgeous.  You just let me cum in you because you have this high hope of getting the collar off without putting in the work.  It takes more than just letting us get our dicks wet, Elle.  Despite what the others would like to think of me, this match means just as much to me as it does to them.”

“Y-you’re a monster!”

He scoffed, “no more than you are, Elle.  Let me remind you of our current predicament.  We are here, because of you.  Because nine years ago, you decided to waste our time and abandon us.  Do you know what it’s like when we get told that we have a match?  The man’s perspective?  The pride that each of us felt when we heard that our perfect woman was out there, waiting for us?  But we couldn’t act because you weren’t eighteen yet?  You were seventeen when you found out about us.  Lloyd was 27.  Bobby was 24.  Jefferson was 21.  Johnny was 20, and I was freshly 18.  While I didn’t have to wait long, the others did.  And when they brought us all together, when we met and talked about our pack dynamics.  We were beyond excited, only to find out that we were being split up because you abandoned us...we all felt rejected, Elle.  If I’m a monster, it’s only because it’s what you made me when you took the coward’s way out.  It’s what the pack they put me into after you changed me into...”

You went to open your mouth, but nothing came out.

Sure, Bobby had mentioned briefly the other men’s stories, and he’d told you about his own, but you hadn’t really considered it wholeheartedly...what it must have been like for the other men.

“We waited for you...held out hope that you would come back to your senses and come for us, but you never did,” he hissed, glaring at you, “you made Lloyd’s trust issues worse.  You forced Bobby to disassociate from us because his duties were to his new pack...you made Johnny even more of a man-whore...and Jeff-you fucking broke my Jefferson when you left us.  I don’t give a damn about anyone else in this family unit...but him...he was ready to give you everything and then some...you took our future for nine years while you did god knows what, Elle...so I’m just taking back what I rightfully deserve...what I should have had nine years ago.”

The anxiety rose in your chest as he pulled you back to him.

It felt like you were about to have a panic attack as he flipped you around and wrapped his arms around you, tucking his head into the back of your neck and forced you to look in the mirror.  You felt like every bit a monster as he said you were.

You had done things while you were running that you weren’t proud of.

You had given yourself to men from time to time as a way of bartering safety. 

You had killed off parts of yourself to survive out in the wilderness of the country. 

But what you hadn’t realized is that you killed off parts of your matches as well, because you had been too afraid of your future.

“We’re going to love you, Elle...” he said firmly, “and if it took a little tricking you to get the process started, I’m willing to do it.  And don’t get all high and mighty and upset with me, because you were ready to do the same exact thing to get the collar off and disappear again...but I’m not going to let that happen.  I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t get the collar off until I know you aren’t going to run away from us.”

Your heart was beating so heavily you could feel your pulse shaking your very body, “Wh-what are you going to do to me, Charles?”

“I’m going to be the best god damned sigma any pack’s ever seen,” he said firmly, kissing your shoulder blades, “we’re going to have a baby....and I’m going to go above and beyond my duties as a sigma...just like I know Jefferson would be the ultimate father figure with his omega skillsets...and the others will fall in line, especially once you give them children too.”

“And what if I don’t want that?” you asked softly, your voice feeling like it was miles away from your body. 

You felt his hand gently stroking your stomach, his fingertips continuously drawing little patterns on your skin, “you owe us this and more, Elle...we won’t force you to do anything...but you can’t force us not to try to win you over...”

“You can’t win me over by lording a collar over my head.”

“Soon enough it won’t be a collar,” he promised, his fingertips ceasing their movements as his hand rested on your stomach, “like I said, soon it will be babies...we won’t need the collar when each of us has been given a baby from you...I’ve read your profile, Elle...I know how much leaving your siblings behind hurt you...how much Declan’s death affected you when you found out about him during your intake.  When your sister visited you and saw them sedating you because you were nearly feral.  You wouldn’t be able to leave our children even if they are part of us, because they would be part of you as well.  You already saw the effects of what you did in breaking your own family to pieces.  You won’t do that to ours.”

“I-I don’t-“

“Shhhhh,” he cooed softly, cutting you off as he began to kiss up your neck while his fingers moved back down to cup your core, “don’t fight it, Elle...let us love you.”

“I-“

“I’ll be the best father to our babies,” he promised gently, cutting you off once more, “you’ll see, gorgeous...our children will want for nothing in their lives.  And when you see how happy they are, you’ll never want to leave us...you might even fall in love with us...hell, maybe once you’ve given each of us a child, you’ll want more then.”

And as a new fear coursed through your veins, all you could do was stare at your reflection in the mirror, as your sigma held your naked form against his and drew little shapes against your stomach.

Chapter 6

[gregorovitch-adler]

Romance

After Holmes had arrested Jefferson Hope, and I had had a discussion with him that I was going to publish the story in The Strand - to let everyone know who had really solved the case - Holmes had agreed.

A better explanation would be that Holmes did not care. It did not matter to him who received the credit for solving the case in the newspapers. However, it did matter to me. Very much, in fact.

In what world was it fair for the police officers at Scotland Yard to take help from Holmes to solve the case every step of the way and not even thank him publicly? It simply could not happen. Not on my watch.

After having published the story, I decided to show it to Holmes. I was quite enthusiastic about it.

However, I had not expected Holmes to react so badly.

When I brought up the conversation, whilst he was consuming his damn cocaine - with his long and thin legs stretched out on the coffee table - he shook his head ruefully.

“I glanced over it,” said he. “Honestly, I cannot congratulate you upon it. Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science, and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism, which produces much the same effect as if you worked a love story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid.”

“But the romance was there,” I remonstrated. “I could not tamper with the facts."

I had feared that this conversation might be going in a dangerous direction. Holmes was not insinuating the obviousness of my feelings for him - that had developed over time - was he?

Well, if he decided to spell it out, I would not hesitate to remind him about how much he had blushed after listening to my compliments about his detective work.

I could not say anything for sure, but as time passed, I had a feeling that there was something between us. A connection, of sorts. One that went beyond what a couple of flatmates usually had.

Holmes may have a habit of pretending that he preferred to be unemotional, but I was his closest friend. I lived with him. I might not be as brilliant as he was, but I could tell that he did not mean it.

"Some facts should be suppressed, or at least a just sense of proportion should be observed in treating them. The only point in the case which deserved mention was the curious analytical reasoning from effects to causes by which I succeeded in unraveling it.”

I was annoyed at this criticism of a work that had been specially designed to please him. Moreover, I was hurt to know that he would deviate this much from the truth.

Maybe I had miscalculated. Probably it was only I who felt the connection between us. Not him. I frowned at the thought and swallowed as I stopped pacing and took a seat on my armchair across from Holmes in the sitting room.

I was willing to speak up this time, though.

I inhaled deeply and held my breath as I spoke. "And why, pray tell, do you want to suppress the facts, specifically about romance? Is it because the same facts hit too close to home?"

Holmes came out of his dazed state, dropped his legs on the floor, and sat up straight with his grey eyes widened.

"What are you getting at, Watson?" asked Holmes cautiously.

"We have not been friends for that long, but for what little time I have known you, I've developed a profound respect for you and your work. There is more to it, however. I have grown to have feelings for you. Romantic feelings, in particular."

Holmes leaned forward in his chair and pinned me with an intense gaze. Fortunately, he did not try to interrupt me.

"I think that you have, too. Although I could be extremely wrong on that part, it makes little sense for you, of all people, to want to suppress the facts and events that happened for real. So, I want to know: Am I right about the real reason or not? I would certainly understand if I am completely off the mark and you do not feel the same, but I need to know."

I breathed deeply after having blurted all that out, hoping to dear Lord that I had not messed up everything and ruined our friendship.

"Oh, dear Watson," Holmes breathed. His long and thin fingers were tapping on his sinewy lap vigorously. "You are so exactly on point sometimes. Everything you said - all of it... I feel the same way."

My heart fluttered with excitement and happiness. A ridiculously wide smile spread across my face. It looked as though he wanted to say more, so I let him.

Holmes continued. "And yes, I do not wish for the whole world to know about it through your stories. I see I was a bit too harsh about it, moments ago. I apologise."

Holmes got up to make sure the door was shut and the window curtains had been drawn. They were. Holmes then walked across the room to approach me. I was still sitting, so he looked down at me with the same intensity as before.

I looked up to meet his gaze and locked my eyes with him.

He held out his pale hand to me in an offer.

My heart pounded as I took that hand and got up to meet his eye level.

His eyes were filled with longingness and pain. His brows were furrowed. "The world will never forgive us. They will never acknowledge that we are just two people in love who happen to be men."

He was right, as always. My eyes welled up as I gulped. I was still holding his hand, which felt warm and dry in mine.

"I know. Do you think this is a bad idea, then?" I tried to be prepared for the worst. 'Tried'.

Holmes placed his other hand on my waist and pulled me close. Our faces were just inches away. "I never said that, Watson. I was never the one to go with the rules, was I?"

We both shared a short laugh. Without another word, we leaned in and I captured his bottom lip with my mouth.

He made a desperate sound and we deepened the kiss with our arms wrapped around each other tightly. The dam had broken, and we were unable to let go for a whole minute.

I pulled away reluctantly. "Holmes, I-"

"Sherlock."

My ears had been aching to hear that correction. "Sherlock, I was saying that we need to deal with this in a practical way as well. I will not forgive myself if we were to be arrested because of this," I said with my brows furrowed.

"You are right," he said, holding my face in his hands.

"I suppose we would have to confine our relationship to the rooms of this flat." My heart was heavy.

My lover's ethereal grey eyes lit up with a mischievous glint in them. Christ, the effect those eyes always had on me.

"I have a plan."

Of course, he did. I was now looking at him with expectation and pride.

"You are going to have to marry a woman."

"What the deuce are you -"

"Shh." Sherlock placed a long finger on my mouth. "Just listen. That woman is a distant relative of mine. She is going to be our next client too. Her name is Mary Morstan."

I still did not get what was going on. Was he already pushing me away?

"For God's sake, do not look so heartbroken," he said and pulled my face close by my chin to press another kiss on my mouth.

"Her situation is just like ours. She has fallen in love with another woman too. Only I knew about that until now. She is in a constant state of having to look over her shoulder, trying to keep the prying eyes of this cruel world away. It occurred to me just now that if you married her, we would not have to worry about society anymore. It would be helpful for all four of us."

I sighed in relief and gave this whole thing a thought for a moment. "Excellent plan, Sherlock. This is brilliant!"

Sherlock smiled and looked down as he blushed.

"Just remember to never be on a first-name basis in public. John."

I grinned from ear to ear like an idiot, before pulling him in for a slow, drawn-out kiss again.

I knew what I had to do next. I just had to twist the facts in my next story to make it look like I was in love with Mary or whatever her name was.

Now, nobody would speculate a thing about Holmes and I, would they?

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Sherlock September Challenge

Prompt Romance by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @lookingforlifeoutthere @clueless-mp4 @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear @kettykika78 @calaisreno

[schnitzelsemmerl]

Six the Musical as (abbreviated) Hamilton quotes! (feat. the kids)

Anne: (yapping 2 Lina) he looked at me like I was stupid (im not stupid)

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Lina: talk less

Jane: smile more?

Lina: no please just talk less

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Mary I: how does a bastard, orphan, son (daughter) of a whore-

Elizabeth I: (sigh)

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Anne: (being the biggest hypewoman alive, wanting Anna to finally confess to kitty)

Anna: anne, i think your pants are hot! Kitty, I like you a lot!

(And they were roommates /jk)

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Elizabeth I: Mezza, do you yield?!

The ghosts of Edward, Janey (Grey), Mary I, Fitzroy and the Queens: you beheaded her yes she yields

(I know Elizabeth I didn't really have a choice when beheading MQoS, it just fits the quote)

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Elizabeth I: Elizabeeeeeth!

Mary I: Maaaaary!

Edward: and Edward

or:

Anne: Anneeeee!

Kitty: Kiiitty!

Jane: and Jane

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Elizabeth I: (to Mary's husband, i forgot his name) I know my sister like my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind! I love my sister more than anything in this life! And i'd choose her happiness over mine any time! (basically, Elizabeth is Angelica)

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Bonus material:

Hamilton: now that i'm like obvs the winner, I'd like to sing about my reaction when jefferson finally dies (Takes a deep breath) JEEEEEFFERSOOOON WAS A MASSIVE--

Madison: And who decided you were the winner?

Burr: uhm i think he wants another turn

Jefferson: (flamboyantly emerges from casket) OVER MY DEAD BODY

[contremineur]

We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the brine of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles, melted snow. I remember going under hand in hand with a Polish highschool girl I’d never seen before, and the cries our breath made caught at the same time on the cold, and rising through the layers of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere that was this world, the girl breaking the surface after me and swimming out on the starless waters towards the lights of Jefferson Avenue and the stacks of the old stove factory unwinking. Turning at last to see no island at all but a perfect calm dark as far as there was sight, and then a light and another riding low out ahead to bring us home, ore boats maybe, or smokers walking alone. Back panting to the grey coarse beach we didn’t dare fall on, the damp piles of clothes, and dressing side by side in silence to go back where we came from.

Philip Levine, Belle Isle 1949

from here