#SCRUFFS U ALL LIKE CATS AS U TRY TO RUN AWAY AND FORCES MY LOVINGS ON U JHYUDFG

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Champagne and Jealousy

Title: Champagne and Jealousy Word Count:  2087 Ship: Alexys/Lance [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: At an awards show for Grave Encounters, Alexys runs into a fan that gets a little too interested in her. Lance comes to shoo him away, with a surprising admittance that, perhaps, it was because he was a bit jealous of her giving attention to someone else. 

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @bad-blue-moon-rising who requested some jealous Lance. It was super fun to write and I had a good time. I hope you enjoy it ;u;)b

Alexys had never thought too much about the concept of jealousy.

It was familiar, sure, but only in fiction. Novels and books had bestowed upon her the concept of it in association with fairy tales. To her, jealousy was associated with prompts in fairy tales. Where wicked queens grew jealous of their step daughter’s beauty and locked them away from the world, convincing them they were ugly until the handsome prince swooped in and freed them from the lifetime of stockholm abuse. It was used in horror movies, where a killer got jealous of their crushes potential love interest and chose to sneak into their house in the dead of night to murder them, approaching their crush with a blood soaked front only to be rejected and forced to kill the other as well in a fit of overwhelming heartbreak. Neither situation was desirable nor attractive to her and, thus, she had separated them far from the reality of life. In the vast distance between the space of comfort and like. It almost felt like a made up emotion at this point. Something fake and far away.

Until it happened, of course.

Lance sported a rather nice tuxedo, his face freshly shaven as a hand holstered a champagne glass between its fingers. Alexys stood at his side, accepting a similar glass from the approaching wait staff but never actually reaching for a sip, the smell of the liquid already moderately repulsing. It was, at least, beautiful to look at. The bubbles floated lackadaisicaly against the edges of the crystal finery, dissipating once they hit the top of the surface and popped with a satisfying, carbonated sizzle. It faded away amongst the cacophony of echoes that rang solidly throughout the rest of the large ballroom. Shifting from foot to foot, Alexys couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward in the knee-length gown she had chosen to wear to the event her boyfriend had invited her to.

The black and white attire television awards show was invitation only, after all. Grave Encounters had caught a lot of interest after several of its episodes became surprisingly prevalent in the ghost hunting and scientific community alike, hoaxes dismissed in favor of later episodes that were proven to be more real than ever before. It was enough to bring notice (and ratings) to the humble program, allowing it to slide into the contending of an Emmy Award for ‘Best Supernatural Reality Show’.  A prestigious honor, that was certainly, but also...an incredibly nerve wracking one.

A hand slid around her waist, a kiss pressing into her forehead as she felt Lance chuckle at her side.

“I’m the one about to get either celebrated or demolished in the public eye and you look like you’re going to vomit way before I am,” His tone was teasing as he nudged at her side gently with his hip, “You need to take a deep breath before you forget how to breathe, babe.”

“I can breathe just fine!” Alexys argued back with a mumble, brushing some hair behind her head and wrinkling her nose at the champagne again. Lance took a deep swig of his, draining the glass in a single chug and looking at Alexys’ own glass wearily. With a breath of defeat, she simply handed it to him, ignoring the grin of delight he wore as he accepted it and drained it as well, handing them off to a passing waiter in the process.

“I just,” Alexys started while biting at her lip, “Don’t like parties too much that’s all. So many people...so many people I don’t know and. It’s always so LOUD all the time and-.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Lance murmured as a hand slid from her waist to her shoulder, bringing her close with a knit to his eyebrows that expressed concern, “I know, and, it means so much that you came with me to this, honestly, it does...I promise, once we’re called up and after whatever happens on that stage, I’ll take you right home and we can crawl into bed and watch whatever movie you want, huh? I’ll even let the cats on the bed this time.”

“You see, you always SAY the cat’s aren’t allowed on the bed, but, every time I come home you’re always just laying on your back while all four of them are sitting on your chest purring at the same time. I feel like there’s a sort of conspiracy going on here.”

“They trick me into it!”

Alexys giggled, the light banter between the two of theme asing her nerves as the before party continued on, a multitude of guests and television stars alike chugging down the offered alcohol and food like there was no next day. Yet, with Lance, she felt grounded. She felt safe and with, at least, familiar people in an unfamiliar environment. She touched at his shoulder gently, desperate for the soft contact.

A photographer approached, echoing a constantly stated call for the group to line up so that he could take a photo for them for the local awards newspaper and events twitter. That it would take a few minutes so they were advised to finish whatever drinks or food they had on their person. Lance took a breath, looking over and giving Alexys a smile. “I’ll be right back, babe,” He spoke with a kiss to her temple yet again, “Stay right here. Or go chasing after some good hour d'oeuvres and bring them back for me okay?”

“Aye-Aye, captain.” Alexys laughed as he was taken away with the rest of the Grave Encounters crew. Alexys sighed and walked towards the nearby bar countertop, leaning against it and rolling one of her ankles, tired from standing even if she had cheated and wore converse with the sleek dress she had chosen. The music of the event hummed in her veins as she people watched, waiting patiently for the group she had come in with to return.

A shadow blocked her way shortly though, tall and almost intimidating in its placement. Alexys jumped in surprise, whirling around with wide blue eyes.

The man standing before her was big, almost meek looking as he held up both of his hands out to her in a signal that he meant no harm. The scruff on his face was finely groomed and appealing in a rugged sort of way. His eyes were bright blue, almost ice against his warmer shaded skin.

“Hey, woah,” He laughed, “Sorry to startle you, Dove. I just...noticed you standing around by yourself, looked like you could use some company.”

“Oh,” Alexys hummed awkwardly, “I was just...My group went to take some pictures with the camera guy and-”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “The Grave Encounters crew, right? You’re Lance Preston’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” She blinked, surprised, “How’d you know?”

“Recognized you from some of those few episodes you appeared on,” The man grinned at her, “Though I gotta say you’re way prettier in person.”

Alexys blushed, discomfort mixing with flattery as the man leaned, perhaps, a bit too close to her for comfort. Red flags sung like warning bells in the back of her mind as she tried to step a little further to the side of him, hands falling together to fiddle with one another before clearing her throat softly, an effort to make sure her tone held no sign of stuttering for the polite refusal she was about to have to go on.

“Uh, yeah,” She managed out with a laugh, “Look, my boyfriend will be back in a second and-”

He reached out, touching her hand and sending shudders up her spine. His smile was sickeningly sweet.

“Why the rush? I thought I’d get to know you a bit better if I could...what, that stuck up ghost hunter’s better than a conversation with a fan?”

Alexys laughed and pat his hand in return, “No, not that. I just didn’t wanna be separated for too long and-”

A hand flew onto the man’s shoulders, a familiar voice laced with what she could only described as edged jealousy echoing hard against the backdrop of their conversation:

“She said she wanted to go look for me, you really should respect a gal’s decisions. Sides, I prefer ‘confident’ over stuck up.”

The man turned, seeing Lance’s face dark with annoyance at him. HIs own eyes narrowed sharply as he released Alexys, the two squaring one another up too close to be considered anything friendly. This is what it must have felt like, she imagined, to be stuck between two bears vying for control of a food supply. The power between them was bulking and immeasurable as the man quirked an eyebrow at Lance, his smile only thin and formal over friendly and wanting as he had been with Alexys.

“A right prick is what you are. What, can’t let your girlfriend converse with a fan?”

“When the fan is trying to hit on her and drag her away when she’s uncomfortable,” Lance retorted, making sure to put himself between them both, “Yeah, guess I have a hard time letting go.”

His hand snuck around her waist, bringing her close to him as if to prove the point he had made in his voice. Alexys blushed as she was held, so possessive and warmly, against Lance’s body. The other man glared at Lance for a moment, Lance returning it with his own tight, show-stopping smile while he reached out and gave the man a pat on his shoulder. “It’s about time for the show to start, big guy, why don’t you find your seat?”

“Tch, whatever.” The man backed off at last, seeing not only the rest of the Grave Encounters crew huddle slightly around, but the eyes of the security guards faintly chasing him as he limped away. Lance turned to Alexys, a hand touching her cheek as she looked up at him with a smile. “You good?” He asked, the possessive edge still in his voice.

“Yeah,” She sighed while leaning into the touch, “What made you rush back so fast?”

“I-” Lance’s face turned red as he rubbed the back of his neck with a free hand, “Saw the guy talking to you and….Uh….I got a sort of sixth sense for it I guess?”

“He was jealous as fuck that’s what he was.” Sasha chimed from across the table before moving on, a champagne glass in her hand and a knowing smile on her lips while Lance shot her a ‘how could you’ look of betrayal rivaling that of a kicked puppies. Alexys grinned herself, reaching out and giving him a hug to which he returned. “Jealous? Really?” Alexys couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in her mouth as she tilted her head up at him, “I….why would you get jealous?”

“Because you’re MY beautiful girlfriend, not his!” Lance pouted back, “Pardon me if I think other people hitting on you isn’t that wonderful.”

“...b-beautiful?”

The two were staring down at one another now, eyes wide as he had realized what he said. A smile formed again on his lips. Lance took the moment to lean forward, capturing Alexys in a hot and needy kiss. One that seemed to pour all of the passion he had between them. She could feel the chapped texture of his lips. Taste the bubbling champagne and leftover strawberries of their celebration dessert the night before. The scent that she got was of his cologne and the leather of a jacket he had worn to keep warm earlier in the cab ride there. It was so uniquely and overwhelmingly Lance that she couldn’t help but fall into it, even as he pulled away. Breath hot on her lips, he murmured words only she could hear:

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or been with,” He admitted with a smirk, “I love you. And I’m happy to prove it to any dicks who try to get in our way.”

Alexys blushed as she was kissed again, warmly and possessively, until the echoes of the team to ‘get a room’ separated them. As Lance blushed and she laughed, she finally came to terms with the concept of jealousy once again in the real world.

Perhaps it wasn’t too real to her, but, it was real to others...and if it meant Lance kissing her like that more often, well, she couldn’t say it was a bad thing.

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✱ ◦ ॰ ♢ ⧼ p r i n c e  //  i n t r o. ⧽

hello everyone ! i’m fox ( 9teen, she/they, brt. ) and i’m honestly so excited to get this group started ! this is my first baby, prince ( his first name is nicholas, but he will literally punch you in the throat if you call him that ), and his info is all under the cut !  i have his wanted connections right here, and i would love to plot with everyone, so if you’re down pls hmu w an im or like this and i’ll come to you !

L I F E

then

he was born on halloween night in sydney, australia. it was actually a mistake that he was born there, his parents were traveling trying to enjoy the last few months of being childless when the water broke.

his father is american, and part of the military, so he was always hopping around the us of a. his mother was an australian living in the united states. his parents split up when he was a child, and when prince was eight years old his mom sent him back to sydney to live with an aunt because she didn’t have enough money to take care of herself and raise him and his brother. he lived in australia until he was 18, when his aunt suddenly passed away on a boat accident.

after his aunt’s death, prince move to the united states, where he studied criminal justice ( with a psychology minor ) at yale. he hated college, but he knew he’d need a good degree under his belt if he wanted to become the fbi agent he always dreamed of being.

a few months ago, he went through a pretty bad situation at his job as a special agent. i don’t want to give many details because it was pretty brutal but basically he got kidnapped by some bad people and was tortured for weeks while they tried to get intel out of him. it fucked up his body a lot, but mostly his head since it was such a traumatic experience, so he ended up being forced by the a.d. to take a paid leave for a few months as he gets himself back together, and now he doesn’t even know if he wants to go back to work for the bureau or not.

now 

he works as a porn actor now, and he has made quite a few movies already. it started out as amateur porn and as a joke but apparently he’s good enough at it that a lot of people want to watch so now he does actual porn.

he got into porn because he has horrible nightmares, and a lot of insomnia, and sex was the best way to get his body tired enough to make him sleep through the night. 

he has a tiny apartment downtown and two cats, a dog and a roommate. he doesn’t need to live in such a small place, because between the movies he makes and the paychecks from the fbi he has a pretty decent income, but big houses make him feel weird in a rlly bad way.

P E R S O N A L I T Y 

personality wise, prince is a mess. his head is all jumbled up because of the things he’s seen and the things he went through, and it affected his personality pretty badly. he doesn’t speak a lot about his past, even though he’s proud as hell of being a special agent, but he mostly just shrugs off anything that has to do with actual feelings and shit.

he…is a bit of a slut? lmao more like a lot but like i mentioned above sex ( and alcohol, even though he doesnt admit it ) has been the best way he found to deal with the stuff in his head, because most of the times he’s too tired after it to actually have nightmares or insomnia. with that same principle in mind, he’s also a bit of a exercise aficionado, since working out makes him too tired to think about shit.

he’s loyal to the core. he’ll jump in front of a bullet for a stranger and when he likes someone he’ll literally do anything to keep them safe and happy. ( a.k.a. he gets protective and jealous and is a little bitch about it. )

actually, ‘little bitch’ is probably the best way to describe his personality as a whole. he’s always trying to do what’s right and live by the book but he’s not above going outside the law when he believes the situation calls for it.

A P P E A R A N C E S 

he’s 6′5, and pretty buff tbh he doesn’t really take care of his eating habits or even try to take a healthy life but he needs to be in shape for his job and working out keeps the nightmares away so he ended up kinda jacked as a result of that.

his hair is always a mess?? he’s always running his hand through it and hardly ever combs it so his hair is just a mop of dark brown curls that kinda stick everywhere. on the hair subject, he’s always have a scruff though when it starts to become an actual beard it bothers him so he’ll shave it off and let it grow back. when he was actively working he was always clean shaven but he kinda slacked on it for a little while and as it turns out he actually likes his face with hair on it.

he has a couple of tattoos ( most of them on his left arm, one on the back of his neck ). he usually keeps them covered when he’s at work but lately he’s been just ‘fuck it’ and flaunting them bc he really likes the art work. his fashion style goes from 0 to 60 in no time like either he’s fancy af in suits or he’s in sweatpants and t-shirts. ( mostly the latter nowadays tho whenever he goes out at night he’ll like put some leather pants or something slightly less pj-like even if all of his clothes are always covered in cat hair )

anyways that’s all i got for him rn so pls pls pls hmu if u wanna plot !