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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years ago

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Hey I saw this tik tok i’m out in season three how Rafe should get a gf and they fall in love really fast and when she comes to visit him he’s dragging a body in his room and she’s like hyperventilating but then when he tells her she should leave after sweet talking her she asks how she can help and they realize how deeply in love they are and I just Think that’s such a great storyline and maybe you could do something with it Idk.

I love you for thinking of me. Thank you so much. I hope this does the idea justice.. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Author's Notes: Rafe found himself a girl, but how far will she go for him? Please read the warnings and proceed with caution :)

Warnings: All of them? MURDER, Mentions of violence, Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, not fanon Rafe (it hurt, but was fun), - Obx 2 spoilers (like the tiniest one? maybe?)

Requested? YES. Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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They had not been together for very long, but the time they had been together had been particularly intense. Rafe Cameron wasn't someone who loved with half of his heart. He was someone who loved with all of it, his entire being was put forth when he loved someone. It was do or die when it came to her, and he expected the same of his lover.

It was quiet throughout the halls of Tannyhill that night. Even the incessant ping of Wheezie's phone notifications had seemed to have stopped. She laid in Rafe's bed, curled up in the blankets that smelled like him no matter how many times he had her rolling in them.

She sat up in his bed, alarmed when he wasn't beside her. He was always beside her. He had kissed the back of her neck, told her he loved her more than anything and fallen asleep within almost moments.

"Rafe?" She called out into the darkness of his bedroom, her hand pressed to his cold pillow.

She turned her body and lowered her feet to the almost icy hardwood floor, her toes curling before she placed her feet firmly on the ground. She grabbed his sweater from the edge of the bed and pulled it over her body as she shuffled through his room and out the door, squinting against the unwanted light of the hallway.

"Baby?" She called softly down the hall, her feet light on the floor as she followed the sounds of grunts and a voice.

She followed the noises out to the front foyer, gently opening the french doors, and walking out into the crisp Autumn night to see Rafe pacing the length of his car with his hands in his hair.

"Rafe, what are you doing out here? It's freezing." She asked as she pulled his sweater around her body tightly, her knees pressed together to keep her warmth.

"Princess, hey. Go inside, alright? I'll be right there." Rafe replied, pinching the bridge of his nose quickly before he reached out to grab her hips in an attempt to turn her towards the house.

"Rafe, what's going on? Your hands are like ice. Stop!" She yelled as she pushed his hands off of her to turn back around and face him. His eyes were wide, and wild as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Listen, it's nothing you need to worry about right now. Just go inside, go back to sleep. I'll be in soon." Rafe breathed out, heavy, from the bottom of his lungs as he ran his fingers under his nose.

"Baby, come with me. I'm cold without you in that big bed, and it's freezing out here. You only have a t-shirt on." She shivered, her arms wrapped around her body as she looked him up and down while he paced the driveway still.

Rafe turned on his heel, taking a large step towards her so he stood directly in front of her. He pulled her sweater from around her body, so it laid unzipped on her shoulders. He placed his hands on her bare hips and pulled her close against him so she wasn't completely exposed to the neighbours.

"I got...I got some shit I gotta handle before I can come back to bed, princess. Just got get warm, okay? Stay like this for me?" Rafe asked as he curled his fingers into her backside, his eyes averted to her bare chest pressed against him.

Rafe pressed a soft kiss to her temple, letting out a heavy breath through his nostrils as his fingertips held onto her lower back to keep her close against him for another few seconds.

"Can I help?" The question was soft, as she rested her chin on his strong chest and looked up at him.

"No. I can't get your hands dirty with this." Rafe replied firmly, shaking his head as he began to chew on his thumbnail.

"Baby, I want to help you. I love you." She stated softly, and her words were a shot to his system.

"Go open the gate to the yard and start the boat - the power boat. Don't look in the bed of the truck, and I mean it. Once you've started the boat go back inside and wait for me." Rafe ordered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small ring that held the keys to the boats on the Cameron's docks. He pressed the keys into the palm of her hand and gave her a stern look. He wasn't playing around.

"Okay, baby." She nodded as she held the keys tightly in her fist and made her way through the wet grass towards the gate, bare footed.

As she pressed up on her toes to unlock the gate to the backyard, leading towards the dock, she dared to look back and saw as Rafe struggled with a long, rolled up blanket in the back of his truck. Her breath stuck in her chest, but she continued to do what he asked and unlatched the gate and left it wide open for him, scurrying as fast as her numb legs would take her towards the dock where the power-boat sat.

Her cold, aching fingers fumbled with the key ring as she tried to find the correct one to turned on the power boat. She had never needed it before because Rafe had always started the boat for her, or already had it running. She squinted in the darkness at the keys, running her fingers over their teeth hoping to jog her memory. She huffed with frustration, she couldn't find it, and stomped her way off the dock back towards Rafe.

"Rafe, I don't know what one it is. Can you show me?" She sighed as she walked up behind him, startling him.

"Shit!" Rafe yelled his hands holding the rolled up blanket in the bed of the truck, sliding it halfway out, only to drop it with a nasty, heavy thud on the asphalt driveway.

"I told you to start the fucking boat." Rafe growled as he crouched down in front of the blanket, his hands pulling at his hair.

"You didn't show me what key it was." She whispered, taking a few cautious steps towards him. She knelt on the pavement beside him, a hand on his back. His back was sweaty, but he was shivering.

"Don't! Don't!" Rafe yelled as he reached for her hand, her fingertips softly pulling back the top of the blanket at his feet.

He wasn't quick enough. Despite his grip on her wrist, she pulled the blanket back to reveal a bludgeoned face she did not recognize. She gasped, her breath stuck in her throat so harshly she choked. She fell onto her backside as she looked from the face in the blanket to Rafe.

"I told you not to look in the truck." Rafe grumbled as he pulled at his hair, then began to chew on his thumbnail again.

"Baby, who the fuck is that?" She whispered as the tears cascaded down her face. This had to be a nightmare. An extremely lucid nightmare.

"Doesn't matter who he is. Dad needed my help, and I took care of it." Rafe replied, his eyes heavy as he looked from the man in the blanket to his petrified girlfriend.

"Rafe, did you - "

"Yes. I killed him, and now you're gonna leave me I guess. Call the cops. Your friends were right, hm? Rafe Cameron's a murderer. Rafe Cameron's fucking crazy. A psycho." Rafe rambled his middle and index finger jabbing at his temples, his eyes narrowed at her.

There was a silence between them, only Rafe's heavy breathing to be heard as he waited for her answer. It wasn't a rhetorical question. He wanted to know if she was going to leave him. He stared his girl down with intensity as she sat on the pavement still, her eyes full of tears as she looked from him to the body half out of the truck.

She switched her position, sitting up on her knees and crawled over to him slowly. Rafe watched her every move, his eyes on her chest as she moved towards him. He reached for her and put his hand in her hair, pulling her face close to his.

"Are you going to leave me now?" Rafe asked once more, his fingers tangled in her hair as he sat on his own knees to be closer to her height.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I would have helped you." She replied as she pressed her hands to his strong chest, her nose rubbing against his.

"Dispose of a body?" Rafe grinned as he licked his lips.

"I would do anything for you, Rafe. I love you." She breathed out as she surged forward and pressed her lips to his.

Rafe groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping at her hips to pull her against him. His heart raced in his chest when he realized she still had nothing but his sweater on.

"I love you, too. So much." Rafe panted as he reluctantly pulled his lips from hers, wrapping an arm around her waist and settling a hand on her backside to keep her close.

He reached to the ground where she had dropped the key ring, picked it up by the correct key and held it up. Their fingertips brushed together as he passed her the key to the power- boat.

"Start the boat. Do only that, please. Then go inside and get warm in the shower. I won't be long, I promise." Rafe breathed out between quick pecks on the lips.

"Okay. Come back to me, Rafe. I'll take care of you." She whispered her hands on his face as she gave him one last firm kiss on the lips, then took off running through the back gate towards the dock.

Rafe touched his lips, a soft smile playing at their corners before he stood up once more. He looked down at the body in the blanket and realized he would have to start over again from another angle. He cursed under his breath, turned on the spot and wondered why he didn't just feed this fucker to the gators.

Why didn't he just..

"Princess. Cut the engine. We're going for a ride." Rafe called as he stood at the open gate to the yard.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much! xoxo

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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The Oldest Pogue

Request: Yes or No

Heads up for most of these Outer Banks fic I'll probably do the mini intro lol they're fun. Btw timelines a lil weird. Takes place in ep 1 but have the party the day after they find the boat and all that. Idk Shoupe's first name so imma just call him Shoupe or dad. Idk what grade everyone is in but imma assume that the Pogues and Sarah (+ Topper) are sophomores/juniors since they're 16

"Then there's (Y/N) Shoupe, better known as Mama Pogue or (N/N). We got lucky with (Y/N) since he's the deputy's son. He's the definition of a mom friend, always taking care of us. We'd probably starve to death without his meals. Though we would never admit it, we all had crushes on him when we first met him."

(Y/N) entered the house, glancing at a passed out JJ. He chuckled, shaking his head as John B stepped out of his room.

"Morning, sweetie." (Y/N) greeted playfully, setting down groceries.

"Sorry I couldn't join you guys yesterday." (Y/N) started putting the things away and began making some lunch for the boys. John B shrugged.

"It's fine, you'll make it up to us with food." John B replied with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked. John B sat at the table, glancing at JJ.

"Motel.. Found a sunken boat and a key in it so we went to the motel. Had to dodge your dad. He took money from a potential crime scene." John B told him. (Y/N) sighed.

"What do you want me to do? He already says half of our conversations are 'political'. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with a bunch of idiots." (Y/N) said as Kiara and Pope entered.

"Ouch." Kiara grinned, glancing at JJ as he stirred. "Did you tell him about the gun and money?"

"Gun?"

"I was getting to that, Kie." John B sighed. "JJ took the gun."

"Jesus.. A gun? Underaged with an unregistered gun and no license?" (Y/N) stared at them. "Do you know how much trouble you'll get into?!"

"I tried to tell them, (N/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the two plates of burgers before approaching the half asleep male.

"JJ, a gun? Really? Of all things?" (Y/N) stared at him. "Huh?" JJ looked at him, drool coming out the side of his mouth. A swift smack to the back of his head woke him up.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" JJ huffed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Come eat breakfast, JJ." John B called.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you four?" (Y/N) asked, sighing softly. JJ stood, chuckling.

"Love us." He replied, going to the table and sitting down.

"Please don't play with a gun." (Y/N) looked at him. JJ nodded, raising his hands. "Promise, Mama Pogue."

"Swear on Cheesecake?" (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Cheesecake?" Kiara furrowed her brows.

"I swear.. I swear on Cheesecake that I won't play with the gun." JJ gave a nod. (Y/N) nodded, crossing his arms.

"Who's Cheescake?" Pope asked. "A fish we caught." JJ replied, mouth full.

"Gross." Kiara cringed, giggling.

"Eat with your mouth closed." (Y/N) called. JJ swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, mom." JJ replied, grinning. (Y/N) shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"How's everyone after Agatha?" Pope asked.

"I mean.. People have been calling the department left and right. The power will probably be out for a while." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Bet those kooks will have power in no time." JJ mumbled, shaking his head.

"Can't believe the one day I don't hang out with you guys, JJ gets a fucking gun." (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head.

"Also! John B and Pope surfed the surge." Kiara said.

"You did what?!"

"Way to snitch on us, Kie." Pope mumbled. Kiara shrugged.

"It's called payback." Kiara replied with a chuckle.

"If it took down a boat, it probably could've taken you along with it." (Y/N) placed his hands on his hips. JJ mimicked him, earning another smack on the head.

"Come on, we're having a party at the boneyard." John B said.

(Y/N) laughed as he won the drinking competition. JJ laughed, high fiving him. Kiara noticed the JJ held onto (Y/N)'s hand for a little longer than needed.

"What would daddy say if he saw you drinking?" JJ asked, getting another cup. The two headed over to John B. (Y/N) laughed.

"What's he gonna do? Ground me? Lock me up for drinking?" (Y/N) questioned. JJ shrugged, grinning as he offered John B a cup but noticed Sarah Cameron and offered it to her instead.

"Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milawaukee beverage?" JJ asked. (Y/N) shot him a look, glancing at Topper.

"No, thanks." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.

"Come on. Is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ asked.

"No, we were just leaving-"

"You know what? I'll take it." Topper cut in. (Y/N) and John B shared a look.

"Let it go, JJ-"

"No, no, I'll have it." Topper cut (Y/N) off.

"That's nice, Topper but I didn't ask you. Now, if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't. So, Sarah-" Topper knocked the drink out of JJ's hands which in turn made JJ grab him by the shirt.

"JJ!" (Y/N) grabbed him as John B and Pope came in, pushing him away as well.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouted. (Y/N) looked at John B.

"John B, don't you dare-" John B turned around, shoving Topper back. Sarah tried to cut in but Topper punched John B. The fight caught the attention of everyone else. Topper kicked John B while he was on the ground.

"Hey, John B, don't make me down you like your old man, alright?" Topper said.

"This dumb fucking blonde." (Y/N) whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A fight quickly broke out, the two fighting in the waves and sand as the crowd chanted. (Y/N) watched them, trying to get them to stop.

"Topper, stop!" Sarah shouted, trying to stop her boyfriend from drowning John B. (Y/N) quickly stepped in, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him back, punching him. John B coughed behind him, head spinning.

"You wanna go, Shoupe?" Topper asked. (Y/N) went to respond but a gun was pressed to the side of Topper's head, the safety clicking.

"JJ-"

"Your move, broski." JJ stared at Topper. Most of the teens on the beach ran while Sarah and the other Pogues tried to get JJ to put the gun away.

"We're good! We're good!" Topper repeated.

"(N/N), Kie, check your psycho friend!" Sarah watched, panicked and worried for her boyfriends life.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, shooting two rounds into the air. Pope and Kiara shouted at JJ while (Y/N) quickly rushed to John B's side as he collapsed.

"My dad's gonna kill me." (Y/N) whispered, dragging John B out of the water.

"Help me!" (Y/N) called, getting the others attention. JJ and Pope rushed over, helping (Y/N) carry John B to the van.

"Is he okay?" Kiara asked as she drove.

"Yeah, he's breathing." (Y/N) replied, staring down at the male. John B coughed but didn't open his eyes.

"He might have a killer headache tomorrow but other than that, he should be fine." (Y/N) said.

"I can't believe you were so stupid! Taking the gun out on a kook?!" Pope stared at JJ. The two got into an argument, Kiara jumping in as well.

"Enough! JJ did it to help stop Topper from hurting me and John B. Yes, he could've done it another way and handled it better but at the end of the day, he was trying to help." (Y/N) looked at them.

"You always take his side." Pope mumbled.

"It's cause he loves me." JJ grinned.

"You're my least favourite child." (Y/N) mumbled. JJ chuckled. "Admit it. I'm your favourite." JJ cooed. (Y/N) flipped him off. They got to John B's place, getting him in bed. (Y/N) got on his dirt bike and rode off, heading home.

"Can't wait to hear this lecture." (Y/N) mumbled, parking his bike and heading inside. He entered the kitchen, starting up dinner. (Y/N) made his dad's favourite, hoping it would please him. (Y/N) heard the door open and clothes, his dad entering in uniform.

"Hey, dad." (Y/N) greeted, placing the plates of food down. He sat, shooting his dad a smile.

"Got a call not long ago. Some kid had a gun." Shoupe said, sitting down. (Y/N) hummed.

"Did you find out who it was?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe shook his head.

"No.. But from eyewitnesses, there was a fight and I heard you were involved." Shoupe said.

"Dad, you know I'm not the violent type." (Y/N) continued to eat. "But I did punch Topper for trying to drown John B." (Y/N) said quickly.

"Thank you for being honest." Shoupe said, sighing deeply. He put his fork down and looked at his son.

"(Y/N).. I don't want these kids to ruin the possibility of you going to culinary school." Shoupe said. (Y/N) sighed, looking away. "And they will if you keep running with them."

"Dad, I'm gonna be a senior next year. I have my whole life ahead. I could enter culinary school whenever I want or feel like it." (Y/N) said. Shoupe sighed and nodded.

"I know.. I just don't want you getting stuck here. I want you to have an early start." Shoupe said. "I'll be accepting of you.. No matter what." Shoupe assured.

"Thanks, dad. Anything new today?" (Y/N) asked. He thought back onto what John B told him.

"Nope." Shoupe shook his head. (Y/N) hummed, nodding. He stood, washing the plates and heading off to bed. He hoped the following days would be better.

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just-jordie-things · 4 years ago

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Drunken love confession w Sarah

this is so on brand for me i love it. this definitely got out of hand fast and is a lil long for a blurb. ___

Sarah was a fairly affectionate person when she was sober.

So when she was plastered that amplified by about a million. Or at least it felt like it.

You and the group had thought it would be nice to have a little bonfire. Play some music, drink, mess around, smoke, the usual dumb shit that you all did for fun.

All of you had too much to drink, it wasn't just Sarah, but Sarah was the only one who was cuddling up to you like a sleepy child.

She’d moved to sit next to you in front of a log, and next thing you knew, she was wrapping her arms around you and leaning completely against your side, her head weighing down on your shoulder.

You didn’t mind- it made your heart skip a beat- but you didn’t mind. She was a sleepy and affectionate drunk. So you let her lay on you for most of the night.

Thing was, you had never planned on befriending Sarah Cameron. She was was the Kook Princess after all, and you were just another Pogue on The Cut. But when John B became friends with her, he swore up and down that the rest of you would love her too.

He was right.

The day you met Sarah, you were planning on keeping your walls up, you were planning on her being a bitch. But what actually happened was the complete opposite.

She was 100% sweetheart, through and through, and now she was arguably your best friend. (Don’t tell John B)

However, befriending Sarah Cameron wasn’t the only thing you hadn’t planned on.

You definitely hadn’t planned on catching feelings for her. Romantic feelings. Strong romantic feelings. They took you by surprise, not because she was a girl and you’d never really crushed on a girl before, but because she was a girl you grew up believing hated you, and suddenly she was the closest person in your life.

You kept these feelings to yourself, no one knew. Not John B, not Kiara, not even your diary. You were too scared of them to let them out of your own head. So it was your tiny little secret.

“Hey,” Sarah whispered in your ear, drawing you out of your thoughts as you glanced down at her.

She had a big goofy grin on her lips, and her eyes were hooded. She blinked slowly, like they were too heavy to keep them open.

“Wanna make a grilled cheese?” She asked, still whispering. Her eyes widened with excitement for just a moment before she was back to sleepy blinking.

You were pretty drunk yourself, so grilled cheese sounded divine.

“Abso-fucking-lutely” You whispered back, mirroring her grin.

Next thing you know you were getting up, pulling Sarah up with you and letting her lean on you as you walked away from the bonfire and back towards John B’s house.

Halfway there you realized you probably should have told the group you were leaving, you weren’t sure if you said anything. The last half hour was kind of a haze in your mind.

Sarah cheered when you made it to the house, and you began the prep for your sandwiches.

“How many do you want?” You asked, watching as she struggled to pull herself up onto the counter.

Unfortunately Sarah wasn't able to handle the task of answering your question and getting up on the counter, so you had to lift her up and sit her down so she would answer you.

“Ten! No, two, probably”

You laughed at her, nodding your head.

“Two it is, princess”

She put her head in her hands and watched you with heart shaped eyes as you made the simple snack.

You laughed when you caught her staring, flipping over one of the sandwiches.

“You’re drooling” You teased.

The girl quickly shot up, her hand reaching up to her mouth, wiping lazily at her lips.

“I am not” She declared after her inspection. You laughed some more, and she laughed with you. Not because she thought it was funny, your laugh was just contagious to her.

Sometimes even thinking about it she would giggle quietly, but she’d never admit that, especially not to you.

It felt like hours but eventually you handed her a plate with two grilled cheeses on it, and her face lit up like you’d just given her a priceless gift.

“They’re beautiful (y/n)!” She cheered as she took the plate.

You chuckled, leaning against the counter next to her as you ate the sandwich you’d made for yourself.

It was silent for a couple minutes as you both scarfed down your food like it was your last meal.

Sarah was swinging her legs below her, but at some point she’d stopped and wrapped her legs around your thigh, crossing her ankles so that you wouldn’t move. You’d laughed (making her giggle too) but neither of you said anything. You just chalked it up to Sarah being drunk and affectionate again.

When you finished eating, she yawned, and told you she wanted to go to bed.

“Do you want to go home? I can call you a cab or something,” You offered. “Or I can walk you home-”

“Can I just stay the night with you?” She asked softly, and you nodded in agreement.

Unlike the others, Sarah didn’t practically live at the Chateau. JJ stayed in the guest room, Pope and Kie fought over who shared the extra space in John B’s bed, and you stayed on the pullout sofa most nights. Sarah usually went back to the Figure Eight to sleep in her own bed.

You didn’t blame her, you’d spent the night in that bed once. You had no idea why she’d rather stay on the shitty pullout mattress than in that luxurious fluffy warm King-Sized bed.

You reached your hands out to her, silently offering to help her off the counter, but instead she re-wrapped her legs around your hips, and her arms curled around your neck.

She didn’t say anything, she just expected a piggy back ride, and who were you to refuse anything that she wanted?

So you hooked your arms under her thighs and hoisted her up to rest comfortably on your back as you walked out to the living room.

It was kind of difficult to move the couch cushions and pull out the bed with her on your back, but you would never in a million years complain to her.

Finally, when you’d set up the pillows and blankets, you carefully helped her down into bed.

She sighed delightedly as she wrapped the blankets around herself, before wiggling closer to you while you did the same.

You weren’t expecting her to lean forward and kiss your nose, but you weren't complaining. You just laughed and hoped that she didn’t notice how red your cheeks were.

But what she said next came out of nowhere.

“I’m in love with you”

It came out in a soft whisper, followed by a sigh, while she just stared at you admirably.

“Wh-what?”

“I’m in love with you,” She said again. “You know, like, I like you”

“Like and love are pretty different things” You told her, trying to brush it off and not get your hopes up. She was still pretty trashed after all.

“Well, I like you and I love you” Sarah said matter-of-factly.

You blinked, and opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say to that. Your heart was beating so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest, and you wanted nothing more than to return the words back to her, but you had no way of knowing if she meant it.

“You’re pretty drunk, Sarah” You mumbled instead.

Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed slightly, and you had to admit the pout was adorable.

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“You don’t know what you’re saying-”

“I do too, I’m telling you I love you, I’m confessing my feelings,” She told you, trying her best to make a serious face.

She wiggled closer to you, tentatively reaching for your hand, and interlocking your fingers together.

“I mean it,” She whispered. “I’ve kinda had a crush on you for a while... but I love you, I know I love you”

She grinned brightly, proud of herself for admitting her feelings, and eager to hear your response, because she had a feeling that you felt the same way.

You couldn’t bite your lip hard enough to keep yourself from grinning widely, excitedly, and love-sickeningly.

“I’ve got a crush on you too,” You confessed in a whisper. “I love you too”

Sarah giggled delightedly, murmuring a soft ‘yay’ before squirming in closer to you, laying her head on your chest as her legs tangled with yours.

You hadn’t thought she’d ever feel for you what you feel for her- but you’d never thought you’d fall so deeply in love with Sarah Cameron.

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timelordthirteen · 5 years ago

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In All Things 18/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit (eventually)

Summary: A Rumbelle arranged marriage AU.

Chapter Summary: After the incident with Milton, Gold makes peace with Belle.

Notes: Look at me with two updates! :D I hope after the chaos of the last chapter that you all find this one a bit cheerier.

[AO3]

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Gold watched as Milton climbed into the back of the carriage.

He had a noticeable limp that he was doing his best to mask, but Gold had experience with such things and the awkward movement of the man’s leg was a dead giveaway. The box lurched forward, and Milton wobbled in his seat, which made Gold smile. He hoped the road was riddled with ruts and holes the entire way to the palace. A bruised backside and stiff limbs was the least the bastard deserved for the way he spoke about Belle, and for the blatant disrespect he’d shown to Maurice. There was no doubt some associating between Milton and the King or he would have never dared make such comments. Gold would have Jefferson put a man on it as soon as they returned to Thornhill.

Sighing, he turned away from the window and eyed the paper on the desk. It was a standard land contract awaiting the relevant signatures, but just looking at it gave him a sick feeling. Later, Maurice would sign one side and he would sign the other, and Avonlea would become part of his entitlement, effectively transferring all debts, leases, and rights, and blocking King George from whatever he’d been plotting to do with it. Normally, he would feel a rather smug satisfaction at that, but instead there was only a hollow guilt that his last minute plan had upset Belle. He didn’t blame her, and if he had been in her place he would have been angry as well, but she had left before he could fully explain his proposition.

He had hoped to do that sooner rather than later, but when he’d gone to her quarters after lunch she was nowhere to be found. A maid informed him that she had taken Baeden for a tour of the grounds, which pleased him, but also delayed the inevitable. He was thankful that she hadn’t been so out of sorts that she was keeping to her room, but he knew that the longer he waited to explain himself, the worse the outcome might be.

He smiled ruefully and slipped the contract into his ledger book, and tucked it under his arm before taking up his cane. The first step around the desk had him sucking in a breath as the stabbing pain in his leg traveled up from his ankle and knee, and radiated across his hip. Attacking Milton had been foolish for multiple reasons, including that it had exacerbated his condition. His knuckles went white as he gripped the handle of his cane tight, breathing slowly through the sensation until it subsided.

Once it had, he took a cautious step and was met with only the usual ache and stiffness. Letting out another heavy sigh, he left to find Maurice.

Gold dropped his ledger on the desk with a muted thud that seemed much louder than it sounded.

It was done. Avonlea was his, officially, and he hated himself for it. The rest of the process would take some time, and would need the King’s approval, but the first step was done. Getting that royal approval would likely be difficult, particularly if Milton got his story to the King before Gold, but ultimately, George wouldn’t dare withhold it, not if he wanted to remain in power.

Gold knew that continually relying on his knowledge of the King’s secrets to get his way was dangerous, but it was effective. At least it was as long as he was alive. Perhaps there was something he could do about that as well, something to further protect Belle and Bae. He put the thought aside, and checked the time, wondering if he should wait until after dinner to talk to Belle, before deciding that it was best not to wait any longer to face her wrath.

Bae came out of Belle’s room, and Gold stopped in the middle of the corridor, frowning. His son came towards him, shaking his head.

“Whatever you did, Papa,” Bae said, “you should tell Belle you’re sorry.”

Gold smiled. “Well, that’s what I’m here to do.”

Bae nodded. “Good.”

“I heard Belle gave you a tour of Avonlea.”

The boy’s face lit up in a wide grin. “Yes, it was fun! She showed me the garden and the stables, and introduced me to her horse, Philippe.”

His eyes widened. “Her horse?”

Bae nodded again. “He’s big and kinda slow, but she likes him very much. And then we rode out to the cliffs so I could see the ocean!”

Gold nearly fell over. “You - rode? To the cliffs? With - with Belle?”

The boy gave him a funny look, as if he had questioned the sky being blue. “Yeah. Why? Am I in trouble?”

He shook his head and patted the boy on the shoulder. “No, no of course not. I’m just - surprised.”

Bae’s head tilted to the side. “Why?”

Belle having a horse was not some great shock, every noble did, and most of them could at least stay on one without falling off. He didn’t understand why the image of Belle riding out on a horse with his son, to the southern cliffs at the edge of Avonlea that looked out over the water, was such a strange thing. He supposed it was because he had never seen her riding, and that because of that he was unsure of her skill on horseback, though he knew she wouldn’t put Bae at risk.

He frowned again. “I - I don’t know, actually.”

Truly he didn’t, and the more he thought about it, the more the notion delighted him. Even if she was cross with him, it clearly didn’t interfere with her relationship with Baeden. Ultimately, that was what mattered.

“Papa, are you coming down for supper?”

Bae blinked up at him, and he nodded. “Yes, uh, I just need to speak to Belle first. We’ll - we’ll come down together, all right?”

The boy bounded off down the hall, and Gold watched with a faint smile before turning to the matter at hand. He hoped that after he said what he needed to say, that his reply to Bae would be the truth.

Belle was pacing back and forth from the sofa to the window when a knock sounded.

She paused and stared at the door, knowing Gold was on the other side. She had expected him to come to her earlier, which was why she went to find Bae after she’d calmed down. Facing him so soon after the confrontation in the study felt like too much, and she needed to think through what she might say. Walking the grounds with Bae and telling him about her home had been the perfect distraction, but when they rode out to the coast, with the snowing shining around them, it had hit her harder than expected.

The cliffs had always been a sanctuary for her, a place to retreat to when she needed to be away from the prying eyes of servants and her parents, and, later, a place to be alone with thoughts of her mother. She had always loved the ocean, the sound of the waves and the beauty of the sunset reflected across it, but it was the harshness that spoke to her the most. The water was so dark, especially in the evening or in the short days of winter, and there was no tangible horizon, no soft edges, only a vast and endless void. The ocean didn’t care about anyone.

Poets might romanticize it, but it was cruelest of all creations, holding a seething, incomprehensible mass of life in its depths, life that it seemed to actively try to extinguish sometimes. There was no mistress like the sea. She’d heard a naval officer say that once, with a tone that spoke of things which could not be described, of places she couldn’t even dream of seeing. It chilled her and soothed her all at once. There would always remain one thing in the world which men could not claim or tame, and she longed for that kind of freedom.

Sighing, she smoothed her hands over her skirt and walked to the door, holding her breath as she pulled it open.

“Belle.”

The way he said her name, with that soft sense of surprise, made her want to smile, but she tamped it down and pressed her lips together, acknowledging him with a sharp nod.

“Cameron.”

Gold winced at her cool tone. “May I come in?”

She stepped back and held the door open, motioning with her hand for him to enter. He moved stiffly, leaning on his cane more obviously than she’d ever seen, and she assumed that his antics with Milton had caused him some discomfort. She wanted to be pleased by that, but she wasn’t. Angry as she was, she still didn’t want him to suffer.

“Can we sit?” he asked, gesturing to the sofa.

She shrugged and came to stand at the opposite end. “You may.”

His shoulders dropped and he seemed to lean forward, bearing his weight on his cane in front of him. “I’ll stand if you are.”

She wanted to roll her eyes at his stubbornness, but she supposed she was no better at the moment. “Fine. Say what you came to say.”

“Belle, please -”

“Please what?” she snapped, her hands going to her hips. “Please excuse me whilst I lie and swindle your family home right out from under you?”

Her words were harsh, but he had resigned himself to deserving them. “That’s not what this is.”

She shook her head. “Well, then I must be stupid, because that’s what it looks like from where I stand.”

“You are far from stupid,” he said, sighing and twisting his cane against the floor.

“Is it done?” She crossed her arms, holding her elbows with her hands.

“Yes.”

His reply was quiet, and she swallowed. Her face felt hot and her head started to throb as she fought back her tears. That was it then. It was all done, without a word from her, without any discussion or explanation.

“I thought it was best to get things in order immediately,” he explained, “before Milton has a chance to tell the King whatever it is he’s going to tell him.”

Belle nodded. “I see.”

She watched as he shifted his weight and squeezed the handle of his cane. He was clearly hurting, and she hated herself for making him continue standing there just because of her own hurt pride. While there were things they hadn’t talked about yet, truths that were deeply held, he had given her no reason to distrust him or his intentions.

Gold huffed and turned away from her for a moment, gritting his teeth as the sharp pain crept back into his leg. “It’s not - I didn’t mean it the way you’re thinking.”

“Then tell me!” she exclaimed, letting out a heavy sigh a moment later and touched a hand to her forehead where a vague throb had started. “Be honest with me. Don’t - don’t tell me you’re going to save my family home, and then snatch it away.”

He frowned at her. “So you would rather I let the King do the same instead?”

“No! I - I don’t -” Belle exhaled and

He looked up, watching as she moved around the end of the sofa and then back against the tufted cushions. She reached out and patted the space beside her. “Please?”

He gave her a small, grateful smile, and barely suppressed a groan as he sat. His hand rubbed at his upper thigh, pressing into the muscle until the twitching and throbbing abated enough that he could ignore it.

“Are you in pain?”

Her hand covered his, and he nearly jerked away from her touch in surprise. “Only a little.”

The look she gave him conveyed her disbelief, but she didn’t press the issue, and for a long moment they stayed like that, near each other, with her hand on his. He didn’t turn his hand over to hold hers, though he wanted to he didn’t feel he had the right to, not now, not until they had sorted things between them, but her palm was warm and soothing. It was enough for now.

“You scared me,” she said finally, exhaling and pulling her hand back to her own lap. “I was already angry at Milton, and at my father, and when you said -” She took a breath, blowing it out between her lips as she shook her head again. “I’d never seen you like that before, so angry and - and violent.”

“I know,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on the moonstone ring on his left hand. “Please believe me that had he not said those - those things - about you -”

“Don’t,” Belle interrupted, twisting to look at him. “Not for my sake, never for my sake, not that. All right? I will not have that on my conscience.”

Gold nodded in understanding, though he couldn't promise that his reaction wouldn’t be the same should anyone else decide to harm her. He had very recently become aware that, where Belle was concerned, there were lengths he was willing to go to in order to protect her, and he wasn't entirely certain that it had only to do with her commitment to Bae.

She shifted closer and frowned. “He didn’t hurt me, all right? What he said -”

Her mouth felt dry as the words replayed in her head, the implications, the shame. It didn’t matter what she had or hadn’t done with her husband, which was nothing at all, but to have any of it made public and connected with what happened between her and Gaston was a step too far.

Gold swallowed. “Physically, perhaps not, but words can damage just as easily as my cane.”

He lifted the aforementioned object and let it drop, the end thudding softly on the rug by his boot. She knew what he meant, but it was still different in her mind. Her faults and secrets were her own, just as his were. Whatever Milton knew, or assumed, it wasn’t worth the effort or energy of beating him senseless, however much he might deserve punishment.

“What will do with it?” she asked, tentatively. “With my - with Avonlea.”

She kept wanting to call it her home, but that wasn’t true anymore.

“Give it to you.” He shrugged and gave her a quick, sideways glance. “If you want it.”

Belle blinked and leaned back a bit as she stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “Wha - how - um... to me? You’re giving to me?”

“Is that a yes?”

His mouth curved slightly, clearly amused by her confusion, and she frowned. “Why?”

“You don’t seriously believe I want it, right?” She looked immediately affronted at the question, and he sighed. “That’s - that’s not what I mean. I mean, I don’t - I don’t want to own it, I don’t want to take it away from your family.”

“Then why - why -” She shook her head, tilting it as she looked at him. “Why do this at all? Why have the papers signed already?”

“So the King wouldn’t beat me to it.” He gave her a small smile. “If he orchestrated any of this, used Milton to push your father into more debt... I didn’t want to risk it, and I knew the law was on my side. My claim would have the highest standing.”

He shrugged, and twisted the cane in his hands, sliding them back and forth and making it spin against his palms until Belle’s hand came to rest on the handle, making him stop.

“You think he would do that? Send Milton to - what? - to give my father ill financial advice?” She huffed, her lips pursing as she pulled her hand away from his cane. “That seems so - convoluted - so much effort for something that was bound to happen on its own.”

Gold’s eyebrows lifted. “You think?”

She matched his expression, and then let her gaze drift to the fireplace. “I love my father, but I know he’s not very good at running an estate, especially not one so large. My mother, she - she was the one who kept him straight, who knew how everything needed to be done. She understood how to estimate the crop yields, how the land leases were managed, all of it.”

The smile she gave him was sad, and he didn’t miss the way her lips wavered as she spoke.

“And she passed that knowledge on to you, didn’t she?” he asked, quietly.

Belle’s gaze met Gold’s. “Some of it, yes.”

He smiled fully then and reached for her hand. “Then it shall be yours.”

“You - you can do that?” She glanced down at his fingers as they curled over hers, holding them gently.

“Yes,” he replied simply, pleased when her hand turned over to hold his. In that moment he felt a sense of forgiveness, and the relief it brought was stronger than he’d expected, like an unwinding of something in the center of his chest.

She licked her lips and looked up at him. “How?”

“Your father has signed Avonlea over to me, so as of a half hour ago, I am the legal Lord of this estate.” He took a breath, her gaze inscrutable and making him shift in his seat. “As such, I have the legal right to name a Steward, which can be you if you like. And when I - when I die -”

He paused to clear his throat, pushing past the lump that had formed once he acknowledged what must inevitably happen for Belle to retain her family home. She squeezed his hand, and the look on her face was strangely stricken.

“When I die, I may bequeath these lands unto any of my heirs. Including my wife,” he continued. “But until then, you may help me make all the decisions where Avonlea is concerned.”

Gold returned the pressure on her hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. She could scarcely believe his words. There were only two women who were positioned as the legal executives of their own estates, left to them by their late husbands, who had passed without children. Lady Ghorm, a severe and eccentric woman Belle couldn’t stand the sight of, and Countess De Vil, of whom there were untold rumors stories of the wild, unhinged parties she was fond of throwing every season.

She managed a nod. “You’d just - give it to me? Like that? You wouldn’t keep it for Bae?”

He nodded. “Bae won’t need it. He’ll have Thornhill and other assets, and I think - I know - he would want you to have it.”

Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took a steadying breath. She would have Avonlea, her mother’s wish would come true, and in the meantime he said she could be the Steward if she liked, and make all the decisions. She could run her own estate, even without it being fully hers, something she’d been trying to do for her father for years. It felt so overwhelming that even contemplating it was threatening to give her a throbbing headache.

She twisted on the cushion to face Gold, her lips pressed together as she tried to summon the right words to express what she was feeling. In the end she settled for something easier, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

Gold sputtered and let out a soft cry of surprise as Belle practically leapt at him and gripped him in a fierce embrace. She was warm and soft, and her skirts were covering his lap as she shifted closer, pressing her knees to his thigh. He felt her fingers brush his hair where it lay over the back of his collar, sending a tingle down his spine, and breathed in the scent of her perfume. Her actions were so intimate and startling that by the time he made his own arms move enough to return it, she was already withdrawing.

She leaned back, keeping her hands on his shoulders which kept her face near his, and smiled widely. He looked utterly shocked, and she bit her lip as the realization of what she’d done sunk in. Abruptly, she pulled her hands away and she shifted back on the sofa, putting some space between them.

“Sorry, I -” She shook her head again.

“No, don’t be,” he said quickly, fighting the urge to close the short distance she’d reestablished between them. He was almost as surprised at how much he missed her proximity as he was at the embrace itself.

Belle wiped at her eyes which had begun to feel watery, and blew out a breath. “Sorry, um, we should - we should speak to my father, yes?”

Gold nodded. “Tomorrow, after breakfast, the three of us will review all the ledgers and papers. We’ll get a full accounting of everything, and we can decide where to go from there.”

“Good,” she replied, giving him another small smile. “Good.”

“Now,” said Gold, using his cane to push himself to his feet. “I promised Bae before I came here that I would apologize to you, and that we would join him for dinner. So to that end, I am very sorry for upsetting you, my Lady, and I most humbly beg your forgiveness.”

He offered her his arm and a cheeky grin, and she smiled as she stood, laying her hand over his forearm. “Apology accepted.”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #belle x mr. gold #arranged marriage au #in all things #my rumbelle fic #fic

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zambie-trashart · 4 years ago

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No Reason Not To Try

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Originally posted on ao3 split in six parts plus full song written by me.

Summary: Alex just wants to live his life, he just wants to be himself without anyone judging, he wants to have a nice date, he wants to stay with his friends, he wants everything to settle, he wants to stop running away, he wants his friends to stop asking him questions, he just wants a hug, is that too much to ask for? Alternate Title: Five Times Alex Needed A Hug and The One Time He Got One

One: Alex Comes Out To His Parents

Luke, Reggie, Alex, and Bobby sat at their desks watching the clock waiting for class to be over and when the bell rang, they jumped up and ran out of the classroom.

“I have to go grab my drum sticks. I'll meet you guys there,” Alex said and Luke looked at him knowingly. Alex had come out to them a few months ago and he told Luke that he was planning on telling his parents. Alex stopped in front of his house feeling his heart hammer against his chest at an unfamiliar beat. He opened the door hoping that his parents weren’t home. His father sat on the couch with his mother running around the kitchen taking something out of the oven.

“Alex darling, could you help me with something really quickly?” Alex’s mother asked and Alex closed his eyes breathing in trying to calm himself before nodding and making his way into the kitchen.

“Something’s wrong isn’t it, what’s the matter precious?” Alex choked back the lump in his throat.

“I-I’m gay,” Alex said just low enough for his mother to hear and she gasped eyes wide.

“Don’t even joke about such a thing!” She yelled smacking her son upside the head.

“I’m not,” Alex said, tears welling up in his eyes and he ran to his room hearing his mother tell his father who came running after him. Alex was off his feet being carried to the couch he kicked screaming.

“You are no son of mine! Apologise to us!” His father yelled squeezing his arm so tight that Alex couldn’t feel his arm anymore.

“I can’t!” Alex yelled back and his father slapped him.

“Don’t yell at me boy!” He yelled, shoving Alex across the room into a glass table, glass shards embedded themselves in his arms and legs as he got up to run back to his room and out through his window. “Come back here boy! We’re not done!” Alex had a bag packed for this exact moment and ran down the street wiping tears from his eyes as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He stopped in front of the studio sniffling one last time and checking his reflection in the glass to make sure his eyes weren’t red anymore. He kneeled in front of the door taking off his gold chain with a cross on it pulling the cross off throwing it as far as he could breathing heavily and the door swung open.

“Alex?” Luke asked and Alex just nodded walking in.

“I’m fine,” Alex said, holding himself and putting his bag down grabbing his sticks from the side pocket.

“Are you sure? You seem a little frazzled man,” Reggie asked and Bobby agreed, walking closer to him. Alex pulled his sleeve down hiding the blood from the glass.

“Can we just play?” Alex asked a little upset and Luke gave Reggie and Bobby the look of we’ll get back to it later.

Later was nine pm on that Tuesday night when Alex should have been going home but he stayed in the studio with Luke picking glass out of dried bloody cuts in the small bathroom. He snuck up into the loft falling asleep easily but tossing and turning through the night. He was woken up by Luke that morning.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” Luke asked and Alex shook his head bangs falling down into his eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Alex said, because admitting that his parents hit him and hate him made it real and this was something that his parents would get over.

“I know you better than that man, something is wrong and I need you to tell me,” Luke grabbed Alex’s shoulders shaking him.

“I told you, it’s nothing,” Alex grabbed some clothes changing and grabbing his school bag storming out of the studio where Reggie and Bobby were waiting for him.

“Luke thought that you might try to get out of this conversation so he called us this morning,” Reggie explained but Alex sidestepped walking away from them running when he saw them walk after him. Alex stopped in front of the school breathing heavily.

“It’s just another day,” Alex told himself, wiping his eyes walking through the door letting himself be carried by denial. “Everything is fine.” He closed his eyes and breathed in walking to his first class sitting there staring off into space. It’s always going to be another day, another hit, another homophobe, another concerned friend, another “I’m fine” and Alex was realizing that but nothing ends that easily.

Two: Alex Goes On a Bad Date

Alex sat across from a guy from an opposing school. He had met him at a basketball game, he was so confident and it made Alex a little nervous at first but he was pretty sure that things were going to go well after the guy asked him out. Alex’s hand was shaking as he dragged Alex to a movie theater choosing a spot in the back.

“I didn’t know what you wanted to watch so I sort of just picked an action movie,” Cameron said smiling nervously over at Alex and Alex just shrugged.

“That’s fine I’m fine with anything as long as it’s not horror,” Alex said laughing a little and Cameron yawned putting his arm around Alex’s shoulders urging Alex to lean into him. Alex exhaled deeply before placing his head on Cameron’s shoulder hugging his knees up to his chest.

The movie started and Cameron started getting closer and Alex looked around at other couples around the theater who were making out vigorously. Alex gulped sneaking a glance at Cameron who’s hand moved to the back of his neck, his hand was cold and pushing him to look up at him. Alex looked around again and Cameron’s hand got tighter around his neck pushing harder. Alex stood up and walked out of the theater hearing footsteps behind him, Alex started running faster only to get pulled back by his jacket once he got outside of the theater being pushed into the wall.

“If you wanted to take it outside all you had to do was say so,” Cameron said smirking at Alex who was struggling to get past him. Alex tried to push him but Cameron pushed back grabbing Alex’s right wrist pinning it to the wall. “Come on, you didn’t seem like the feisty type when I asked you out,” Cameron said grabbing Alex’s chin with his other hand raising his head to meet Cameron’s. Alex tried to push his head back to the wall as far as possible. Cameron pressed his lips firmly to Alex’s pressing a knee in between his legs keeping him there as his hand trailed slowly down Alex’s body stopping at the small of his back. Alex kept his head against the wall trying not to cry, if he cried then Cameron would try to shut him up even more. Cameron had already “wasted” money on him and Alex didn’t want to test his patience.

Alex took a deep breath through his nose before pressing his lips back against Cameron’s feeling him smile into the kiss. Cameron pulled on the back of Alex’s hair disconnecting their lips before attacking his neck with rough kisses. Alex didn’t expect that his first date or even first kiss were going to go anything like this, would everyone do this to him? Could he trust anyone to go on a date with him? He thought he liked Cameron but when he bit down hard enough to bruise, Alex pushed him off successfully.

“I thought we were having fun,” Cameron said moving back in but Alex just shook his head.

“You’re having fun, I never asked for any of this. You asked me to go see a movie with you, I thought that just meant go and hold hands in a dark theater not make out in front of a movie theater,” Alex rambled breathing heavily after and Cameron lifted his face up with a finger.

“My dear Alex, you have so much to learn,” Cameron said pressing one last kiss to his lips and a bite to the neck before walking off. “Come back to me when you learn how a date is supposed to go hot stuff. You have so much potential!” Cameron yelled over his shoulder and Reggie picked that moment to walk around the corner and shrug at a disheveled Alex.

“Have fun?” Reggie asked taking in the hickey the size of a small continent forming on his neck.

“Sure,” Alex said feeling tears coming back to the surface. Reggie looked Alex over again noticing the way his body was starting to quiver.

“Are you sure you had fun?” Reggie asked and Alex put on a smile and nodded.

“Could you give me a ride to the studio, I want to write something down,” Alex said and Reggie nodded and the two made their way there and Alex pulled out a sheet of paper scribbling some lyrics down. I was alone, and I was cold, you left me with no hand to hold. I was a dreamer and I was meek you just wanted to see me weak. You can break me and make me a soul survivor, I will be on the front lines in the fire. You would stomp on me and push me to the ground only in this dark road is where I feel found. If you want me you have to let me go only on these highways is where I grow.

Alex smiled slightly at the words feeling his heart on the page before shoving it under his pillow and falling asleep feeling a tear roll down his face. It’s always going to be another day, another boy who doesn’t take no for an answer, another kiss without consent, another concerned friend, another “I’m fine” Alex sighed wiping the tear away falling asleep.

Three: Alex Gets Kidnapped But Makes a New Friend

2020 was a hysterical year, coming back from the dead, Nick turning out to be Caleb in disguise, Caleb taking Alex back to his club and holding him for a ransom and hell it’s only the beginning of October. Caleb walked in the room humming looking over Alex who groaned hitting his head back against the wall for the seventh time that minute. Caleb walked over to Alex ripping the tape off his mouth.

“Do you have a problem boy!” Caleb yelled and Alex nodded.

“You know you could write another song beside Other Side of Hollywood right cause I don’t want to listen to that one song for the rest of eternity,” Alex said and Caleb rolled his eyes gesturing for Willie to come in the room. Alex hadn’t seen Willie since before he was supposed to complete his unfinished business. Willie ran over to Alex holding his face before being thrown over to the other side of the room.

“All you have to do is agree to convince your friends to join the club and you can be free Alex, do we have a deal?” Caleb asked and Willie groaned getting up.

“Did you ever think that there was a reason why a band of young teens don’t want to work for an old ghost man like you?” Alex asked, tilting his head.

“No,” Caleb said, starting to think about it.

“It’s cause you’re the bad guy, you take but you never give back and that really pisses me off,” Alex said and all of a sudden he was out of his chains. Willie got up and ran over to Alex taking his hand leading him out of the club. Alex poofed away from him and onto a rooftop already feeling tears spilling out of his eyes. He took out a piece of paper that had been in his pocket since the day he died. Bold lyrics stood out and the word Highways on the top of the page shouted at him to keep writing. He hummed a tune for the chorus before putting everything that he felt on the page.

“Take my hand as we walk across the way I hold on forever every rainy day. I was the slave and you were strong together, bound was where we belonged. I won’t give up at the ends of the road. You hurt me with words ready to reload,” Alex sang and a door flew open and a girl in slippers and a pink robe walked over to him.

“Hello?” she called out.

“Can I just have a minute before you try and kill me?” Alex asked looking out over the view.

“Why would I try and kill you, you haven’t done anything wrong?” she asked and Alex twisted around seeing Carrie looking down on him offering her hands to help him up. “I saw you poof up on the roof and figured that you could use a hand,” Carrie said smiling slightly.

“I-I’m just confused, the guy that I like works for the bad guy and tries to help me then all of a sudden he’s with the bad guy again, why is everything so complicated!” Alex yelled frustrated and Carrie just put a hand on his shoulder.

“Come inside, it might help you calm down a little,” Carrie said leading the poor ghost boy inside. Alex put the paper down and Carrie looked at it reading through the words. “Wow, this is good,” Carrie said and Alex went to grab the paper but Carrie walked ahead pulling it in the opposite direction he was reaching. “It has so much emotion in it: I will travel my way down cracked and broken highways. You will be there at the end of the road just out of reach a sight to behold. You are the highway that I have to roam, you are the highway that I walk alone,” Carrie read, feeling tears spring in her eyes at the words.

“That was private,” Alex said grabbing the paper.

“You should sing it,” Carrie said and Alex just shook his head.

“I should get back home, I’m kind of tired,” Alex said and Carrie went to block him from getting up.

“Just a little then you can leave,” Carrie said and Alex sighed, sitting down and starting to tap a beat on his leg.

“I will never see you the same way again, I was wrong to think we could be together til the end. I still need you near even when you were so cold, you were something about me that felt safe to hold. Not anymore, I don’t need you anymore. If you wanted me gone you would have sent me away, now just waiting till the day I feel sane,” Alex sang and Trevor came down the stairs and Alex hid.

“What dad?” Carrie asked.

“It’s just, that voice sounded familiar and so did the song,” Trevor said and Carrie shrugged. Alex had poofed back home and to the couch where his friends were sitting.

“Hey, what the hell were you thinking, we were all scared that we would never see you again,” Luke said hitting Alex lightly on the arm.

“Yeah, I was scared too,” Alex said walking up to the loft.

“Get some sleep man, you’re gonna need it for tomorrow!” Luke yelled up and Reggie laughed when Alex flipped him off crashing on the bed.

“I have no idea how he always stays so strong,” Reggie whispered.

“He doesn’t want us to see him weak,” Luke said pulling Reggie out of the room to go bother Julie.

It’s always going to be another day, another crush you can’t talk to, another person who doesn’t get it, another song you’re scared to sing, another “I’m fine” Alex smiled at the thought of his new friend before falling asleep..

Four: Alex Visits His Family

Puffs of hot air pressed out clearing themselves into the cool winter air, breathing could be heard and fast paced steps approached a small house with a brown exterior and a blue lantern hanging outside the door. Alex stood in front of the door phasing through and looking at the kitchen with white countertops, he saw a woman looking at a picture laughing at it before placing the frame back down on top of the fireplace. A girl with brown hair came walking through the door patting her back.

“Alex?” his mother asked and the girl shook her head.

“Sorry mom,” she said and Alex realized that it was his older sister Sarah. She was in college when he came out and when he died. “You always think I’m Alex, he hasn’t come to visit in forever mom, why would Alex come to visit now?” Sarah asked and Alex realized the cold truth that his older sister didn’t even know he has been dead for the last twenty-five years.

“He’s too embarrassed that he never played the Orpheum, he doesn’t want to come back after he realized that he wasn’t actually gay and that he’s married with two little kids now named after his sweet parents who tired to tell him his dreams were worthless,” she said looking straight forward and his father came in.

“Hey honey, Alex just called today with an update that things are well with him and his wife, the baby should be around in two weeks, Jenefer is so excited,” Alex’s father said and Alex felt tears in his eyes. His father was lying to all of them, making his mother and sister think that he was still alive, making them think he was married to a woman, making them think he was having a kid. It was cruel not only to his memory but to his family.

Alex ran to his sister’s room thanking whatever God there was that she still had a whiteboard on her wall.

Sarah, whatever mom and dad say, don’t believe them. I’m not getting married to a girl named Jenefer. I came out as gay twenty-five years ago and mom and dad must still be in denial that they lost me to a tainted hot dog before playing at the Orphuem. I died Sarah, dad must have been the only one who knew but I will always be looking over you. Please just find a way to tell mom.

Love, Alex

Alex poofed out of the room hearing the door open looking at her read the note on her whiteboard sinking to the ground.

“Alex, are you here?” Sarah asked quietly and Alex picked up a pen waving it at her. “I hate them, I hate that they did this to you, why didn’t you call me, how old are you, how did you get here, I have so many questions!” Sarah yelled tears streaming down her face. Alex grabbed a piece of paper.

I ran away, I hate it too, I thought you were going to be busy with some guy, I’m still 17 it doesn’t feel like a day has past since 1995, a girl summoned us with our demo, I had so many questions at first but I met a guy who answered so many of them and I think I might like him. Alex wrote and Sarah smiled.

“I’m happy for you, could you give me a hug?” Sarah asked, wiping tears from her eyes. Alex just poofed out. “Alex?” she asked and Alex held himself in the corner of his old bedroom. He didn’t even want to try hugging Sarah cause he knew it wouldn’t work.

“I’m so sorry Sarah, I love you,” Alex said hand to the wall where she would be.

“Sarah come play with me!” Alex yelled and she walked over to her ten-year-old brother.

“Ok, I can’t play for long ‘Lex,” Sarah said and some of her friends ran over too picking the boy up and one of the boys who was Sarah’s boyfriend placed a black tattered hat on his head.

“Be good ‘Lex,” he said ruffling his hidden hair and walking off to his truck with a guitar in the back and rock music started blasting. His mom ran outside screaming after her.

“Sarah!” she yelled before collapsing crying. “She’s always with that boy! He took her away from us, he took my girl!” she cried and Alex ran in through the back door hiding the hat under a box in his closet. For two years he just took out the hat and prayed to God that Sarah would come back. He eventually gave up and met a kid named Reggie who hung out with one of his old friends Luke.

“You have long hair,” Reggie said, feeling the taller’s hair.

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten it cut since Sarah left, she always liked messing it up right before church,” Alex said smiling a little at the thought of his sister’s hand in his hair again.

“I heard about Sarah leaving with her rocker boyfriend, sorry about that,” Luke said, hugging Alex around his shoulders and Alex bit back tears.

“She’ll come back, she always does, God will lead her home,” Alex said, reciting what his parents said.

“Yeah, she’ll come back dude, you have nothing to worry about!” Luke said and a boy passed them in the hall looking Alex up and down before smiling over to his friends. The pre-teen felt his eyebrown furrow looking at the eight grader.

“What’s his problem?” Reggie asked and Alex just sank back in on himself before running to the bathroom. Luke just looked after his friend sighing.

“His problem was that he always tries to freak Alex out with gross perverted looks, he always used to make some sort of excuse to pick him up when we were kids when they were teasing us. Stay away from him you creep!” Luke yelled, pulling Reggie along to the bathroom where Alex was crying on the floor.

“Get up,” Luke said, holding his hand out and Reggie smiling down on him. Alex grabbed each of their hands getting up and enveloped in a hug. He felt safe and warm in a way that he hadn’t felt since his sister left.

“Reggie always does something when he feels down, we’ll have to teach it to you if you join our band practice this afternoon,” Luke said and Alex smiled nodding.

“I’ll be there.”

“Alex, please, I need you to give me a hug!” Sarah cried and Alex phased through the wall only to see his father comforting her. Alex tried to hug her but just went right through her like he knew he would. He missed seven years of hugs and now this.

“Everything is ok darling, he ran away just like you,” his father said and Sarah cried.

“No, I didn’t Sarah! Trust me not him! He’s just telling you this cause you ran away!” Alex had to think for a second. “Can you, can you hear me?” Alex sang and Sarah looked back but their father kept dragging her forward. “Gotta get, gotta get ready, cause it’s been years,” Alex sang following them to the kitchen where the sat down.

“You guys never told me that Alex died eating a hot dog on the night he was supposed to play the Orpheum, or that he’s gay mom, why didn’t you tell me! I would have loved him and supported him but you two, you’re just too greedy to let him express himself! I should have come back for him or taken him with me where at least he could have been free from you!” Sarah stormed out of the house and Alex stood behind her as she cried. Alex felt tears roll down his face too. Alex grabbed a notebook from her bag and a pen and she watched.

It’s always going to be another day, another parent who won’t listen to you, another pinch of regret, another I’m sorry you’re scared to say, “But you’re fine,” Sarah finished for him.

But I’m fine . He wrote standing next to his sister for what felt like hours before her husband showed up in the same pickup truck calling to her.

“I love you Alex,” she said and Alex just cried cause once again, he was losing his sister but this time for good. He poofed back to the studio falling alseep peacefully cause thoughts of his sister alway kept him up at night and now he know where she is, what's she's doing, and who she's with and if his parents didn't care, that was their choice and they made it a long time ago.

"This is the highway that I have to roam," Alex sang softly to himself. "This is the highway that I walk alone."

Five: Alex Comes Out To His Fans

Luke, Reggie, and Alex just poofed off stage smiling and tapping each other’s backs laughing. Julie ran back to them jumping in a circle.

“That was so good guys! We killed it!” Julie yelled and Flynn came bursting in squealing.

“Ok, that drum solo was fire, and the voices, just OMG, I have to post this video, everyone has to see it!” Flynn squealed tapping her phone and posting it there were instantly about 20,000 views.

“This is awesome!” Julie yelled watching the counter get higher. Comments were coming in about how cute the boys were.

“Seems like Alex is at the top this week for girls wanted to just eat him alive and then make a home with him,” Flynn said, reading off one of the comments word for word nose scrunching up and Alex shivered.

“Did it just get ten times colder in here or was it just me?” Alex asked and Luke laughed, throwing a hand over his shoulder.

“See through shirt wasn’t the best idea bud,” Luke said smiling as Alex crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m going out,” Alex said, poofing out and to Carrie’s house.

“I thought the shirt was just a myth,” Carrie said sarcastically before smiling.

“Girls want to have my children,” Alex said, flopping on her couch.

“I know and some of my girls are included in that crowd. Are you going to come out or just let girls keep attacking you with comments about how toned your chest is and how your hair is just so perfect and how you look so mysterious when you smile need I go on?” Carrie asked, scrolling through her phone.

“No, I get the hint, I should probably come out and walk around more often,” Alex said and Carrie smiled, grabbing his hand pulling him up.

“Let’s go out,” Carrie said and Alex laughed with her walking down the street singing a Sunset Curve song the last the boys had played before they died.

“You’re music is good,” Carrie said laughing a little as they walked into the mall, Alex tried hard to make himself visible to others and when he did, girls ran over to him knocking him over. “Off, all of you have no chill!” Carrie yelled helping Alex up.

“You guys really shouldn’t get your hopes that far up,” Alex said nervously scratching the back of his head.

“You’re with that spoiled brat!” a girl yelled and girls started screaming trying to take Carrie apart with their words and some of them even grabbed her.

“No!” Alex yelled eyes closed hands balled into fists. “I like a guy, you shouldn’t get your hopes up cause I’m gay,” Alex breathed out and girls sighed before brightening up.

“They’re going to just love you even more, nothing is better than an unattainable boy,” Carrie said and Alex’s eyes widened and he ran away poofing when he turned a corner going back to the entrance of the mall where Carrie would be.

“This just made me the band’s mascot didn’t it?” Alex asked and Carrie nodded and he sighed poofing back to the studio where Julie, Reggie, and Luke were waiting for him with crossed arms.

“Do you know what you just did?” Luke asked glaring slightly.

“I came out?” Alex asked back eyebrows going up trying to find a problem with what he just did.

“What Luke means is do you know what you just did?” Reggie asked in a deeper tone.

Alex thought back to everything he did, he knew he didn’t poof in front of anyone he had rounded into the boys bathroom while running and girls weren’t that desperate, unless they were and that would just be horrible.

“I came out?” Alex asked again and Luke slammed his head into a wall.

“You put yourself in the spotlight, people from our past life might come looking for us, that would be bad for the band and us cause Caleb can get to us Alex,” Luke said holding his friend’s shoulders.

“So you’re mad cause it’s not you and Julie up in the front anymore, maybe I get a little tired from being in the back all the time, I write songs too Luke,” Alex was interrupted by a piece of paper being held out in front of him.

“Highways, you wrote this after you came out the first time and then when Cameron did what he did, when everything was hard you would pull this out and add all of your pain to it, it’s a good song Alex and I know that you can’t just sing in the background forever so next song is yours,” Luke said and Reggie nodded along. Julie smiled at Alex as tears came down his face and he grabbed the paper poofing out and back to Carrie’s.

“They want me to sing,” Alex said behind Carrie making her jump.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Carrie asked.

“I-I’ve never really done a solo before, I want you to sing with me,” Alex said and Carrie smiled turning around.

“I can’t do that for you Alex, you have to do that yourself,” Carrie said and Alex felt nerves build up. Alex poofed back to the studio breathing in deep leaning back against a wall. It’s always going to be another day, another person you try to get away from, another coming out, another song you’re scared to sing, another “I’m fine” Alex breathed in before humming the opening bars to Highways.

+1: Alex Sings

Willie stood outside the concert venue helping a nervous Alex breath even if he didn’t have to. Alex was scared and that was understandable. He had told him everything about the song and its meaning to his life, it was more than just some love song or break up song, this was his life on a piece of paper, his sister leaving, his first boyfriend, coming out to his parents, it was everything that he would have ever needed to write in one song. This song was his independence.

Willie poofed Alex into the dressing room with Julie, Luke, and Reggie. “I can’t sing something about my lif ein front of all these people, they’ll laugh and say that I deserved it, I can’t j-just d-do th-this like you guys can,” Alex cried into his hands going to walk away but a hand grabbed his shoulder and Julie was standing there with her hand on his shoulder, yes you can cause we all know you can,” Julie said and Alex looked over at her and he nodded grabbing the microphone. Julie walked out onto the stage and sat down at her piano and started playing a soft underbeat.

“Tonight, I have a friend who will be singing for us, most of you know him is the bashful drummer or now even the iconic drummer, Alex,” Julie said and the crowd cheered and Alex made himself seen picking up with Julie.

“I was alone, and I was cold, you left me with no hand to hold. I was a dreamer and I was meek you just wanted to see me weak. You can break me and make me a soul survivor, I will be on the front lines in the fire. You would stomp on me and push me to the ground only in this dark road is where I feel found. If you want me you have to let me go only on these highways is where I grow. I will travel my way down cracked and broken highways. You will be there at the end of the road just out of reach a sight to behold. You are the highway that I have to roam, you are the highway that I walk alone.” He sang the rest of the song carefree and the audience’s phones lit up swaying along with him. The applause for him just singing in general was overwhelming. He poofed out and smiled at his bandmates who clapped for him.

The rest of the performance went well and Willie asked to speak to him, they held hands walking down the side of a beach.

“I don’t know how you did it but you did it,” Willie said and Alex just looked at him in confusion.

“What did I do?” Alex asked puppy eyes looking into Willie’s making Willie’s heart melt just a little more.

“I’ve fallen even more in love with you,” Willie said stopping and Alex tripped over his own feet.

“Y-you…” Alex was cut off with hands caressing his face.

“I love you hotdog, is there anything I can do to make that more clear for you?” Willie asked and Alex tried to look down but Willie kept his face in place.

“I can think of one thing,” Alex said and Willie’s eyebrows raised.

“That was a little uncharacteristically brave of you,” Willie said and Alex wrapped his arms around Willie’s neck hugging him and Willie hugged him back holding him like his afterlife depended on it. Once Alex pulled back, Willie laughed.

“What, was that not what you had in mind?” Alex asked tilting his head.

“No, not really, I expected too much from you Alex,” Willie said laughing at Alex’s hurt face which then turned pink when he realized what Willie thought he was going to do.

“Oh, see I was waiting for you to make the first momph…” Willie pulled Alex’s lips to his by the back of the poor blonde’s hair putting him out of his embarrassed rambling. Wille’s arm snaked around his waist and Alex just settled on playing with where Wille’s hair met his shoulders. Alex could feel the hand brush his waistline and up under his shirt feeling his back, teeth biting into his lower lip pulling forth a small moan from the blonde before disconnecting.

“I made my move,” Willie said and Alex’s eyes were still closed lips still slightly parted, shoulders slouched, shirt untucked.

“Nice move,” Alex said laughing a little at how dumb that sounded to him.

“Probably one of my best,” Willie said taking Alex’s hand in his own walking again and Alex thought back through his checklist. He doesn’t want it to be another day, he doesn’t need another person to help him, coming out is always easy with Willie, he’s not scared to sing at the top of his lungs especially to the ones he loves.

“I’m fine,” Alex said into the ocean air and Willie hugged him from the side.

“You’re more than fine hotdog, you’re perfect.”

#julie and the phantoms #willie x alex #willie (Julie and the Phantoms)#Alex (Julie and the Phantoms)#carrie&alex #Reggie (Julie and the Phantoms)#julie molina #luke patterson #5+1 fic #give alex a hug #he needs one #original song #homophobic parents #original sister character #cause in like every fic alex has a sister #none of us can agree on a name though #phanfics

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 4 years ago

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House, M.D. Fanfic (7/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite and/or additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have gotten the respect she deserved contact wise for a season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter picks back up with the show storyline in the beginning of season 3. I did use a bit of dialogue from the episode, but I definitely added and rewrote some stuff too. I also left out all the medical dialogue House spouted off at Cuddy's bedroom window because I'm not a medical professional and had no idea how to spell it or write it, lol.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

xxxxx

"Did you really ask out Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked when he stepped into her office.

"Would you have a problem if I did?"

She just looked at him incredulously. Was he serious? "Why would you think I would be okay with that?!"

"Why wouldn't you be?" he shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're already sleeping with me!" she hissed, careful to keep her voice down. The last thing she wanted was for anyone at the hospital to hear that they actually were sleeping together. She knew they were always fodder for the rumor mill, but she wasn't about to confirm it for them.

"Threesomes are sexy. And a lot of fun. You'd like it," he smirked, heading for the door since he figured that was all this conversation was about.

"House!"

"Relax. I asked her out to make a point. I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone else," he said opening the door.

"What if she'd said yes?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't have gone. You are a slave driver in the bedroom. You think I have time or energy for another one?" He grinned smugly before leaving.

xxxxx

"I can help him."

"That's it? That's your argument?"

"Seems like a good one." Why was helping someone suddenly not a good enough reason for Cuddy? Or Wilson? Or anyone else?

"If I thought for a second that you wanted to help him, you'd have carte blanche. You're doing this because it's...fun."

"Does nobody in this hospital have anything better to talk about than my motives? My motives have nothing to do with the case."

"Your motives have everything to do with your judgement."

"For the first time in years, I've got no opiods in my body, now you question my judgement? Is this still about asking Cameron out? Because I told you, that was to prove a point. Right now, jealousy has everything to do with your judgement."

"I'm not jealous of Cameron! House, 24 times a year you come storming into my office spouting that you can help someone, only you never say those words. You say something like, 'His pancreas is going to explode because his brain is on fire.' You come here with medicine, not with platitudes."

"I didn't want to bore you with the details."

"There are no details. You have a hunch. House, you don't use hunches. You always have reasons. This hospital doesn't exist for your whims. I'm sorry. As of 7AM tomorrow morning, I'm sending your patient home."

"I can help him!" he insisted.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't think you can. Because I don't think anything new is wrong with him. This is just you trying to make a puzzle out of something that isn't there."

He felt like he'd just been sucker punched in the gut. She didn't trust him on the medicine. She had never doubted him before. Sure, she'd said no plenty of times to procedures that were... questionable... she had argued with him when she didn't always agree with him. She'd never outright doubted him. That stung. And he couldn't help but wonder if the lack of pain in his leg, the lack of Vicodin in his system had caused him to see something that wasn't there.

xxxxx

"So yeah, his brain is on fire." He stood outside her bedroom window like a teenage boy hoping to sneak in.

She shook her head as she got him a towel, handing out to him once he climbed inside. "Next time use the front door."

"The guy will have sex with his wife again. He'll hug his kid again." He took the towel and began to wipe his face and neck.

"House, you have no proof. No scar tissue on the scans. This is some wild theory that came to you while sweating and running into the university pool."

"Fountain. And it all fits. Just inject him with cortisol. There is no risk if I'm wrong." He studied her reaction and knew she wasn't biting. "You're smiling. That's a bad sign."

She nodded. "You're high."

"I told you, I haven't had anything in three months. You've been with me most of that time. You know I haven't taken anything."

"This is as high as you get. A theory that ties your case up in a neat little bow, but you don't have a lick of substantiating proof."

"Your decision doesn't make any sense," he said, clearly frustrated. "There is no risk to a cortisol injection. If I'm wrong, big deal. He goes home a vegetable, like he already is. But if I'm right..."

"This is not about downsides or risk management. It is a big deal for you to understand the word no." She sighed softly. "I'm sorry, House."

He breathed deeply and released it slowly, moving to sit on her bed and toss his towel beside him. She frustrated him to no end, but she was right. He wouldn't admit it to her right then, but as his boss, she was right to tell him no. He really had nothing to go on. No medical reason other than it fit. He couldn't do this, couldn't be the great doctor he had been without the leg pain.

She moved to sit next to him, placing a hand lightly on his back. "Do you want to talk?" she offered.

"No."

"Do you want to stay?"

He thought about it for a moment. He didn't have his bike, and he didn't really feel like running home. "Yeah, it's late."

"You don't say," she offered a small smile, picking up the towel and dropping it into his lap. "Go shower and dry off. You're getting my bed wet. And you smell like a locker room." She gave him a gentle shove to his feet then.

He took his time on the shower, both cooling off and working through everything on his head. Did he really need the pain to be great at his job? Was he really so far off base that she didn't trust his ability anymore?

She was half asleep when he came out of her bathroom with a towel around his waist. "You've got some clothes in the top drawer," she murmured. "I washed the ones you left here, " she added, seemingly answering his question before he could even ask it.

He simply nodded and pulled them on, leaving his wet towel on the floor.

"If you want to get in this bed, the towel goes back in the bathroom." She didn't even have to open her eyes to see the towel on the floor.

He just looked at her for a moment before picking it up and tossing it toward the bathroom.

"In the hamper, House," she murmured.

Once again he just stared at her a moment. How the hell did she know without even opening her eyes? "The force is strong with you," he murmured, going to put the towel in the hamper so she would let him in bed.

#house #house md #house m.d.#huddy #house x cuddy #greg house #gregory house #lisa cuddy #house fanfic

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fragmentedink-archived · 5 years ago

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Hell to Pay: Part Six

I, II, III, IV, V

cowritten by: @lux-scriptum

A/N: trigger warnings everywhere! smut, graphic torture/death, past, explicit physical child abuse

The bed was cooling when Lev woke, but Nik’s scent was fresh enough that Lev knew it couldn’t have been that long since Nik had left. He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow for a moment, breathing deep. When he glanced up, gauging the light coming from the window, he realized it was either early in the morning or late at night. So where could have Nik gone?

Lev heaved himself out of bed, snagging an extra blanket to wrap around his shoulders as he shuffled down the hall. Nik’s scent was easy enough to follow, as long as Lev focused, and he found himself at a door he’d not opened yet. He debated how much he wanted Nik to come back to bed, and then peeked around the door.

Nik reached for a knife, the gesure so sudden Lev squeaked and shrank back a little. Nik relaxed, though, giving Lev a chance to take in the way Nik was dressed. It reminded Lev of when Amara got ready to go one of her jobs.

Amara always came back smelling of blood on those jobs.

“What do you want?” Nik asked sharply, sheathing the knife and reaching for another to tuck away on his person.

“I- you left.” Lev chewed on his lip. “I didn’t want to be alone.” Lev was starting to think he’d said that too often lately, but it wasn’t a lie. He hated being alone, and now that he was in a house with people he could spend time with, he didn’t like to waste any of it.

Something in Nik’s face shifted. Whether or not it was a good thing, Lev couldn’t tell. Nik’s grin didn’t help. “I can fix that,” Nik said, looking Lev up and down. “Get undressed.”

Lev blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Take your clothes off,” Nik said with exaggerated slowness. “I need Cameron distracted, and you probably want to get fucked, yeah?”

Lev flushed deeply. “I- Nik.” If anything he clutched his blanket tighter for a moment. “Who says Cameron wants to- to-” He didn’t deny Nik’s accusation, though.

Nik lifted a brow. “Cameron’s just as much a slut as I am. He’s just not as forward about it.”

Lev’s grip on his blanket loosened. “Oh. I- oh.”

Nik sighed softly. Lev didn’t protest when Nik pried the blanket from his fingers, letting it puddle at Lev’s feet. It wasn’t like Lev was wearing much- since he hadn’t gone home in days, he’d just borrowed one of Nik’s shirts to sleep in. Nik pulled it off impatiently, not giving Lev much time to protest again. Not that Lev wanted to.

Nik ruffled his hair, peering at him thoughtfully afterwards. Lev blinked at him, but when he opened his mouth, Nik kissed him. Damn, but Nik knew how to kiss. Lev leaned into it, relished the way Nik’s hands slid down to his ass. By the time Nik pulled back, Lev was breathless and a little dazed. Nik gave him a critical look, and then winked, saying, “Keep him busy for me.”

Lev found himself outside in the hall, a little lost and sans even the blanket. He glanced at the door, before easing down the hall. At least Cameron’s room wasn’t too far. As long as he ducked his head he didn’t have to make eye contact if he ran into any sentries. Still, he was relieved to be able to slide into Cameron’s bedroom. At least until he realized he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now. Cameron looked busy at his desk, and Lev didn’t know how to interpret the look Cameron sent him.

Cameron turned fully in his chair, looking him up and down. “I didn’t realize you had the courage to walk in here stark naked. Usually that’s Nik’s thing.”

Lev knew his blush was creeping down his neck by now. “Nik sent me,” he finally managed. What else was he supposed to say?

He didn’t know if he wanted to wilt under Cameron’s scrutiny or bask in it. “And did you want to be sent?”

“Yeah,” Lev said faintly. He swallowed, and added, “I could have gone back to bed. I... I don’t think Nik would have stopped me. I want- I wanted to come.” He just hadn’t expected to be sent.

Cameron lifted a single brow. “You wanted to ‘come,’” he said, in a tone that had Lev pausing.

“Oh.” Lev flushed. “I- that’s not- that’s not what I meant. I wanted to be here- I wanted- I mean, yes, I do, but I didn’t mean-” He gave up, quite sure his whole face was flushed gold by now. “If you don’t want- I can go?”

“Come here,” was all Cameron said. Lev didn’t need to be told twice. When he was close enough, Cameron pulled him down into his lap. Heat shot through Lev, and he had to fight not to bury his face in Cameron’s neck. Cameron didn’t have the same reservations; he already had his nose pressed to Lev’s throat as his hands ran up and down Lev’s sides posessively. Even that was enough to drag a soft sound from Lev, who braced his forearms on Cameron’s shoulders as he lifted his chin to give Cameron more room.

Lev shifted in Cameron’s lap, already trying to seek out some sort of friction. Cameron’s teeth pressed against his skin, hard enough Lev froze, heart going double time in anticipation. A soft whine slipped past Lev’s lips, but he didn’t move again. As he waited, trying to be patient, Cameron’s hands drifted lower, grabbing at his ass. Only Cameron’s fangs, sharp against Lev’s throat, kept Lev from pushing back against them.

When Cameron stood, Lev slid off his lap, staring up at Cameron with wide eyes. “Take my pants off,” Cameron said. That was enough for Lev, who pushed them down, barely registering the silky texture beneath his fingertips as he sank down with them. This was familiar, at least. After Remi, Lev knew exactly what to do on his knees. Enjoyed it, even.

With that in mind, he reached out, wrapping his hand around Cameron's cock. When Cameron didn't stop him, even when he paused, glancing up, Lev leaned forward eagerly, starting with little kitten licks as he worked Cameron up to full hardness. As Cameron got hard, Lev started taking more in his mouth, moaning softly as he did. Cameron's hand slid into his hair, a comforting presence. If he wasn't enjoying this, Lev was sure he'd let Lev know.

The hand on Lev's head was good for encouragement; Cameron's cock was pushing at the back of Lev's throat by the time Lev pulled back. The thing was, it wasn't quite enough. He kept his hand around Cameron's cock, stroking it as he said carefully, "I won't break, you know."

Cameron's smile had an edge to it that sent shivers down Lev's spine. The way he fisted his hand in Lev's hair went straight to Lev's dick. "Stop talking," Cameron ordered. "Be a good boy and suck my cock."

Lev flushed deeply, but he was no less enthusiastic about how he went to work. It'd been a while since he'd done this, but he was determined. Even if it took some doing, Lev worked his way down to the base of Cameron's cock, and looked up, trying to gauge Cameron's reaction.

Now that he was paying attention to more than just the dick in his mouth he could hear Cameron's soft moans. Cameron's eyes were shut, and Lev was hyper aware of his fingers in Lev's hair, pulling hard enough Lev choked on a moan.

Lev pulled back, at least far enough he could catch his breath. He dove back in the moment he was sure he wouldn't choke again, redoubling his efforts. Every moan he heard encouraged Lev. He braced his hand on Cameron's thigh as he bobbed his head, sliding all the way down each time.

When Cameron came with a groan, Lev swallowed it all, as best he could. He was a little out of practice, knew he didn't have the ease he used to, but he was determined. Once Cameron was done, Lev pulled off, breathing hard. Cameron's hand was still in his hair, a steadying feeling as Lev dropped his forehead against Cam's thigh.

Cameron tugged on Lev's hair to get his attention. "Get on the bed."

Lev blinked up at him, opening his mouth for a moment, before he decided not to question it. He stood, and scrambled onto the bed. Once there, he settled on his knees, braced on his forearms as he waited for Cameron's next order.

-----

Nik went through his mental checklist of things he needed. He had on a set of light armor and a black bandana to keep his bangs out of his face. If he wasn't as vain as he was, perhaps he would cut his hair. But alas he was, and a bandana worked just fine. He had a few choice knives on his person, and the dual swords strapped to his back.

It was far too easy to slip out into the late night air and get to the motorcycle in the garage. It was fast, silent, and pitch Black. Excellent for stealth.

He drove for the next twenty minutes until he got to the bar where he told Amara to meet him. He wasn't going to chance going to Cameron's bar in case he was seen on camera with all his weapons. Her found her sitting at the bar nursing her mostly likely not first beer. She tapped two fingers to her temple. "You clean up quickly," she said by greet, taking a drink from the amber bottle in her free hand.

"I don't need to clean up," Nik said, sliding into the seat next to her; he ignored the demons looking their way. "I'm hot no matter what. Give me what you know."

She leaned back, thrumming her fingers against the counter top. "Is this a kind of job you can do on your own?"

"Sir, would you like anything," the bartender cut in.

Nik ignored him. "I've dismantled many organizations. I can take care of one psychopath and his thugs. Unless you're bored and want in on the fun," he semi offered, a grin curling on his face.

She seemed to consider that. "Would I be getting paid?"

"Is my presence not payment enough?"

She laughed at him. "I mean, I'd prefer cash. Or booze. But I can work with that."

Nik smiled a bit. "Good. I don't think Cam's booze supply could take another hit like that."

She snorted and took another drink. "How's Lev doing?" she asked.

Nik shrugged. "I declothed him and sicced him on Cam while I was gone. Should keep them both occupied and satisfied for the time being. And he's put on a bit of weight, too." Cameron had forced Lev to eat regularly, not that Lev had really minded.

"I meant after his meltdown a few days ago," Amara said, "but sure, traumatize me with details of my cousin's sex life."

Nik pointed at her. "You're a filthy hypocrite."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Amra said, offhandedly, grabbing an envelope from inside her jacket. "I never overshare."

"Sure you don't," Nik said, holding out a ringed hand.

When she handed it over, Amara said, "No, but seriously… I am glad he's doing better with you two. I thought it'd just be a one night stand and he wouldn't stick around. Didn't think you two would want him to."

Nik went over the pictures and intel from the folder. "Me neither, to be honest. Lev's delicate and I'm honestly surprised that he didn't bolt like a bunny. But he's infectious." And honestly smelled really, really good.

"He's stronger than you think," she said. "But he does grow on you."

Nik hummed agreement absently, his attention more focused on the information in front of him than the conversation. He lined out his plan in his head. It was infuriatingly easy, to fall back into the training forced onto him by his father. He shut out that cold, cold voice and turned to her. “So, what’s it going to be? You coming or getting wasted?”

“Is it sad it’d be easier for me to just go with you?” she asked, sitting the bottle on the counter.

Nik clicked his tongue. “Honestly? A little. But your inability to get drunk is not important right now.”

“I can get drunk.”

“Not easily.” Nik waved her off. He put the folder in his jacket and got down from the stool. “Come on, we only have a certain window and I’m not losing him again.”

---

The few moments before Cameron joined Lev on the bed felt like an eternity. At the first touch, Lev relaxed, giving a small sigh as Cameron’s hands slid up his thighs. He dropped his forehead onto his arms, moaning the moment Cameron pressed a finger in. He was already slick, had been since Cameron pulled him into his lap, and so Cameron wasn’t going to have any problems opening him up. Cameron did just that, working him up to two fingers with silent and deliberate determination. His free hand was on Lev’s hip, keeping Lev from thrusting back too much. Lev slowed, trembling, when he felt Cameron lean over him. The kiss Cameron pressed to his spine startled him into rocking back again, whining softly, and he got a sharp nip for his troubles.

As long as he didn't move too much, Cameron kept up the kisses up and down Lev's back, though it was just as likely that Lev would feel the tantalizing scrape of Cameron's fangs instead. Lev tried not to be too loud with his moans, although Cameron didn't make it easy; he was relentless as he stretched Lev. The familiar burn of it had Lev panting in anticipation. He wanted more, and Cameron, despite having two fingers in Lev's ass, still didn't seem ready to just fuck him already.

Cameron pressed deeper, those long, talented fingers dragging yet another moan from Lev. It wasn't too long until it didn't even feel like a stretch anymore. Just Cameron's fingers, teasing and pressing deep, and never deep enough.

Lev bit back a whine, pressing his face against the bed. He couldn't rock back, and he ached for more than just the two fingers inside him. Just wanting something other than the teasing at his hole, he reached beneath himself, but he didn’t even get far enough to touch his own cock before Cameron was pulling back and tugging his hand away. Lev found himself with his arm pinned behind his back, with Cameron leaning close again as he said, “No.”

Damning his efforts to stay quiet, Lev gave a low whine, shuddering. He fisted his free hand in the covers, gave an aborted jerk of his hips, anything to get Cameron to do something more than continue to scissor his fingers in Lev’s hole.

Cameron added a third finger.

This time Lev groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. “Cameron,” he pleaded.

“Hmm?”

That wasn’t fair. “Please? I want- I want-”

“I’m not a mind reader. What do you want?”

Lev trembled. "I want-" It took him a second, but he finally blurted, "You."

His heart sank when Cameron just said, "I'm right here."

Lev couldn't help his whimper. He closed his eyes, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do, or say, or something. "I want you in me," he tried hopefully, breathlessly, desperately.

"I am in you." As if to prove his point, he twisted his fingers, spreading them.

That wasn't what Lev had meant and he suspected Cameron knew it. Lev flushed deeply, even as tears welled up. "I want- Cameron please?"

"Please what?"

Lev's whimper sounded suspiciously like a sob, even to him. "Please- I want- fuck me? Please? I- please?"

He thought that would be enough, but Cameron just gave a harsh thrust of his fingers, and said calmly, "That's what I'm doing."

Lev tried shoving his hips back, breath stuttering in his throat. "Cameron-" he tried, helplessly.

"What do you want, Lev? Use your words."

"I want- I want- I need you to fuck me. I want your- your cock. Cameron please." Lev flushed deeper, all but gasping as he tried not to cry.

"All you had to do was ask. Why go through so many hoops?"

That wasn't a yes. What more did he want? Lev shook his head. "I- it's hard." Coming up with the words, making himself say them.

"So am I. And you're not letting me fuck you."

"Please fuck me. Cameron, I need- I need it." Did he need permission? Lev had given it to him. Begged him to, even. Despite himself, the tears fell, breath hitching, as he pleaded, "Cameron, I need it. Please?"

"Finally," Cameron said. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" His fingers withdrew. Lev didn't get a chance to protest before his cock replaced them.

----

Nik had given Amara his plan and let her go her own way. Without powers, Nik had to rely on an element of surprise to get the upper hand. But at least the majority of demons didn't have elemental based powers that could wipe him off the face of the realm. They mostly had abilities that altered perceptions and emotions; like Cam and his venom. Nik had charms embedded in his jewelry accordingly.

The warehouse Agra was holed up in was a far cry from the exquisite shining manor house Nik had made home. But he supposed the goal was invisibility not luxury.

Nik had his blades withdrawn and through four demons throats before they could even detect him. He moved, silent and little more than a wraith through the halls.

Nik unlocked the office door and slipped inside. His chest tightened at shutting the door behind him, but he forced his ass across the room and to the desk at the wall. Plopping down in the chair, Nik swung his blood crusted boots up on the fine wood and picked through the piles of papers. He commited the important details to memory and had been waiting for ten minutes before the door pushed open.

Nik had one of his knives thrown and inbedded in the doorway, not even an inch from Agra Luain’s head a heartbeat later. He grinned brightly. “Stars, is it a demon thing to move so slow?”

The only surprise on Agra’s face was a blink as he took in Nik’s blood coated clothes and skin. He was sure he looked like a half feral animal, but he didn’t care. “Aren’t you the angel that blood traitor is sullying himself with? You don’t have any powers. And you managed to get into my office past my warriors.”

Nik flicked a knife between two fingers. He made it sound like it was hard. It wasn’t. And he was kind of offended that he was underestimated; but not surprised. “It’s not Cameron’s fault he wanted an upgrade. But we’re not here to talk about me. Why don’t we start with why you decided to carve Cameron’s wings from his back.” Nik had his knife embedded in Agra’s hand the moment it moved for a weapon; black blood seeped past his fingers. “Keep those where I can see them.”

No reason risking getting himself killed before he could do the killing.

Agra’s hand twitched. “Afraid of not being able to defend yourself?”

Nik threw another knife, hitting him in the shoulder; Agra winced. “I’m the one asking questions.” he said, lightly. “Tell me why you decided to cut the wings from Cameron’s back.”

Agra’s face twisted into a smile. Nik’s eyes went unwilling to the two sets of fangs. Cameron had the same ones- all demons had the same ones. “I didn’t realize you were defective and stupid. I thought you knew.”

So many people kept underestimating him. They thought because he didn’t have magic, he didn’t have any intelligence either. “Oh, I know. I just want to hear you say it.”

“I have not trained and moulded that whore into the perfect weapon so he can sleep with the enemy. So I told him, that if he wanted to fuck an angel so badly, then he can be treated like one.”

And there it was.

Nik smiled a bit, even if it felt like a blade was driven deep into his gut. He dropped his feet down onto the floor and stood. “That was all I needed.”

---

Once Cameron was fully in Lev, he pulled Lev up. Settling on Cameron’s lap like this felt like he went even deeper. Lev braced a hand on Cameron’s thigh, breath stuttering as Cameron wound a hand around his throat. Lev didn’t have the time to get oriented; Cameron’s hand on his throat was too much of a distraction, a weight he couldn’t ignore, didn’t want to, and Cameron was already fucking into him, hard enough Lev was breathless.

He pushed his hips back, trying to meet Cameron’s relentless thrusts. Even as he did, he reached up to grab lightly at the hand Cameron had around his neck. Instead of pulling at the hand, he pressed against it. The only response he got was Cameron’s teeth pressed to the juncture where his shoulder met his neck. Still, it was enough for Lev’s next too-fast breath to come out as a moan.

There was no way Lev could keep up with Cameron; all he could do was tremble in Cameron's arms as every thrust hit home. Whatever reservations he had about being loud before were gone. He couldn't have kept quiet if he tried, and he was certainly too distracted to try now.

Lev dropped his other hand to brace himself on Cameron's other thigh. He could feel his orgasm building, and Cameron hadn't even touched him anywhere beyond the grip on his throat. Just the thought had another moan spilling from him as he tensed.

It was like Cameron had read his mind, because before Lev could reach his peak the hand not pressed against Lev's windpipe closed around the base of his cock, hard enough he couldn't come. Lev gave a whimper that sounded pitiful even to him. Cameron hadn't even slowed.

"Cameron," Lev gasped, digging his fingers into Cameron's thighs. "Cam-" A particularly hard thrust made him lose his train of thought. He moaned helplessly, arching his back.

"You can do better than that," was all Cameron said. A shudder went through Lev as he moaned again.

Sweat slid down his spine. Even his thoughts were scrambled, and Cameron wanted him to do better? His whine did nothing to move Cameron.

"Cameron, please," he managed, twitching his hips. "Pl-" He swallowed hard. "Please?"

The only answer he got was a bruising nip on his neck.

"Cameron, please. I want- shit, I want to come," he pled. "Please let me come, I want- I need- Cameron-"

He couldn't get any further, but asking seemed to do the trick. Cameron let go of both his dick and his throat, pushing Lev back down towards the mattress. Lev didn't even try to hold himself up, and was glad of it when he felt Cameron's hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place. The change in angle had Lev groaning Cameron's name right before he came, hard.

Still, Cameron didn't slow, no doubt chasing his own orgasm. He must have been close, because even half out of it, Lev could feel Cameron's knot beginning to swell, catching on his rim with every quick, harsh thrust Cameron gave. When Cameron finally came, burying himself deep and locking them together, Lev gave a halfhearted moan, twitching his hips up.

Cameron ended up leaning against him, his weight comforting. So was the sound of his breath in Lev's ear as Cameron panted. As Cameron settled more of his weight on Lev, ending up flush against his back, Lev started to purr, even as exhaustion pulled at him. He rubbed his face against the covers, chasing Cameron's scent since he couldn't hide his face in Cameron's neck. As Cameron's breaths slowed, so did Lev's, until Lev was all but dozing.

Nik’s knuckles were bleeding steadily. Gold and black blood alike were intertwined on his hands. But the wounds to his skin was nothing compared to the battered flesh on Agra’s golden face. Nik leaned back against the desk, hands braced and ankles crossed. “Now that that is out of my system,” he lightly said, “We can finish this and I can go home.”

He pulled the glass vial from his pocket and say it on the desk. Agra’s pale, swollen eyes followed it, his lips thinned. “Where did you get that?”

Nik grinned. “I figured you’d know what that was. Cam told me about how you like to use his venom to interrogate. I figured I’d use it for other purposes.” Nik had a front row seat to how that venom worked, and he had no intention of letting it ever be used on himself again. “Do you think,” Nik mused, “that someone could be scared to death. Literally? I mean, I’ve thought about it. Fear makes your heart race, you sweat and then with this venom- you hallucinate. Surely, if you use enough, your heart will give out. But if not, I guess I can always carve it out.”

Nik shut away the voice in his head, the cold, aloof voice of his father who had trained him exactly for this kind of thing ages ago.

Agra spat blood on him; Nik didn’t bother wiping it off. “You’ll think a little venom will get me to spill intel?”

Nik shrugged. “I don’t give a shit about intel. I just want to watch you suffer.”

Nik wiped his bloody hands on his black pants and reached for a syringe. He wasn’t going to risk accidentally pricking himself because he couldn’t keep a grip on a damned needle. Nik extracted the silver iridescent liquid from the vial and took a step forward. Agra had the smart idea, to shrink back against his chair. Not that it would actually do anything. It was bolted to the floor. “Hold still, you’re just going to make it worse.”

Nik wrenched his head back and plunged the needle into his jugular. Black veins rolled from the injection site and he stepped back as Agra jerked. He watched, half bored, half fascinated as Agra gripped the chair, wheezing. Sweat slipped down Agra’s temples, cutting through the blood streaming down his face.

“It’ll take less than four more seconds for that to hit full effect,” Nik said. “It took faster for me, but I imagine that is because I didn’t have the exposure to demon toxin.” And becasue it came directly from the source. Agra lurched forward, shaking his head. He was panting hard, fingers half shifted into claws. “Aaaand there it is.”

“You think that’s the best you can do?” Agra wheezed. “I am fear.”

“Clearly your son is a prodigy then,” Nik said, unconcerned. He pulled a knife from it’s sheath at his side. And plunged it down through one of Agra’s bound hands. Blood splattered and spilled past his skin, down onto the floor. Agra’s scream’s cut through the room. But he panted, drew back and looked up at Nik with now dark red eyes. Nik grinned. “That looked like that hurt, Friend.”

Nik extracted another dose. “You look like you want another hit.” Agra glared at him- or at least he tried through all that bloody, swollen flesh. “‘Why yes, Nik, I would love another.’ Excellent.” He plunged the needle down in the same place, watched the silver liquid disappear into Agra’s body. Even more black veins shot out around the injection site.

“Get away from me,” Agra wheezed, shaking his head violently. “Get away-”

“Ah,” Nik said, leaning back against the table. “I see the hallucinations have started. I wonder what you’re seeing. What is a demon of fear afraid of?” Nik had found himself stuck in a closet with no lights, no air. He had been screaming, according to Cameron.

“Cam- Cameron.” Agra swallowed visibly. “You- you did this. You did this to yourself-”

Nik bit at his lip ring. So. He was seeing Cameron. Made sense, in a warped way, he supposed. Nik watched the muscles strain in Agra’s muscled body as he seized, trying to break free from the chair. Nik put two more knives in choice places when Agra seemed more blood than demon at that point. Agra’s screams turned hoarse, bone deep tired- as if the pain had finally become too overwhelming that his pain receptors shut off to save him the agony. “Well. This has been fun,” he said. “But I’m needed elsewhere and since you’re not dead…”

Nik pulled the knife from Agra’s groin and pushed his shoulder back flesh to the chair. “Looks like I’m cutting it out.”

Nik slipped the buttons from Agra’s shirt with the blade and pushed the soaked fabric out of his view. There were faint black lines crisscrossing Agra’s chest. Nik plunged the blade around his heart, ignoring the strangled screams, and his father’s voice murmuring in his head. He shoved his hand in Agra’s chest, fingers wrapping around his pounding heart.

Nik pulled Agra’s bloody, sandy brown hair back so they were eye to eye. “This is what happens when you decide to hurt your son for loving an angel.”

And he ripped it out.

-------

Amara followed the trail of bodies. As much as she’d thought this would be fun, there’d not been much to do by the time she got there. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t have reliable transportation. Nik seemed to have done well enough on his own, though, judging by the amount of black blood spilled tonight.

She skirted another body before pausing outside a door. Unease flickered under her skin, prickling until she pushed the door open. Her eyes widened. One more body, then. Nik hadn’t held back on this one. She was almost impressed.

Nik was on the floor in front of what Amara assumed was the demon she’d tracked down for him. Black blood covered Nik, almost as bad as the corpse in front of him, but he hadn’t made a move to clean himself up. Instead he stared blankly forward, arms braced on his knees.

“Nik,” Amara said lightly, pacing forward a few steps. She didn’t even get a blink. “Nikolas.”

Right. Well then.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” she muttered, crossing the room and crouching beside him. “Oh, that’s right. I’m not getting paid.” She looked him up and down, and then huffed. “If you stab me I'm stabbing you back.” She grabbed his elbow, and then jumped away when he went for his knife. “Stars, you bastard. I’m trying to help.”

Nik blinked at her, but his knife lowered. Slow, sure, but it lowered.

“We need to get you out of here.” She reached over and took the knife from him. “I know you have more of those but this is mine now. New rule. Any knife you try to kill me with I get to keep.” She tugged his arm until she could get it around her shoulder, and heaved him up. “You owe me dry cleaning. This is my favorite jacket.”

The walk to the car took far too long for her liking. No one jumped them, thank the stars, but she didn’t like it all the same. When she found his motorcycle, she stared at it for a good long moment, before swearing under her breath.

“I don’t trust you to drive yourself. Friends don’t let friends drive..... Shell shocked or something, fuck if I know.” Unhooking his arm from her shoulders, she eyed the bike. After a moment, she tugged him closer, and then straddled it herself. “Come on, damsel. Up you go. I wish you had a side saddle or whatever its called. I’d get pictures and lord it over you forever.”

It took him a solid minute of staring at the bike before he climbed on, but he got on. “Sometimes I wish you actually cared about road safety. For once I don’t trust you to have the reflexes to survive crashing. You’re not allowed to let go,” she added, tugging his arms around her. “If you die, Cam’ll kill me, and I have much to live for.”

She didn’t expect a response, and she didn’t get one, so she gunned the engine. The bike purred under her as Nik dropped his cheek between her shoulder blades.

“I gotta steal this baby from you one day,” she said right before she took off.

The drive back took longer than she would have liked, but she really didn’t trust him not to accidentally fall off. He didn’t say a damn word, and she didn’t like how still he was. Nik was supposed to be animated and lively and a pain in her ass. That was ninety percent of his charm. Stars, she hoped Cam wouldn’t kill her for dropping his boyfriend on his lap like this.

The manor house was quiet when she pulled up. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. Nik seemed more the type to throw a party at ungodly hours than Cam. Whatever. After easing off the bike, giving it one last covetous pet, she snagged Nik’s sleeve. “C’mon, princess. I’m sure your prince is wondering where you are.”

When he didn’t move fast enough for her liking, she gave up. His arm went back over her shoulder, and she half dragged him up the steps. Once at the door she realized she didn’t have a hand free.

“For fucks sake.” She kicked the door once. Twice. Several times.

She nearly kicked Cam when the door swung open.

It only took a single sniff to have her wrinkling her nose. “Did you just finish- nevermind. I don’t want to know.” Lev’s sex life was his own business. At least until she could get him on his own and make him spill on his terms. “Do I get a finder’s fee?” She asked sweetly, if only to be sure Cameron didn’t answer her unfinished question.

Not that it mattered. Cam didn’t even have eyes for her. His pale gaze was fixed solely on Nik. When he reached for Nik, she let him, watched him pull Nik’s arm around his own shoulders. Nik was quick to hide his face in Cam’s neck, clinging. Amara was left feeling like she was intruding. Not for long though. Cam shut the door in her face.

“You’re fucking welcome,” she said loudly.

Whatever.

---

Cameron had left Lev sleeping soundly- loudly- in his bed. He had gone back to work but hadn’t bothered to put on clothes when he went back to work. He hadn’t even realized Nik was gone until he had heard someone beating the hell out of his door.

Nik’s face was still buried in Cameron’s neck, fingers digging tightly at his side, when Cameorn pushed open the nearest bathroom door. The smell of demon blood burned through Cameron’s nose as he moved Nik’s hips and sat him down on the toilet. He wrenched Nik’s fingers from his skin and dimmed the lights.

Cameron turned the tub faucets on and went to tug Nik out of his blood soaked clothes. He sunk down to his knees and pulled Nik’s boots and socks off. Then he carefully ran his fingers down Nik’s sides, his jacket and shirt, pulling several blades from his body.

Cameron’s face tightened, but he just went to loop his fingers in Nik’s belt loops. “Lift your hips,” he ordered. When Nik continued to stare off past Cameron’s shoulder, he pinched his claws into Nik’s side to draw his attention back to him. And it worked. Nik’s near black eyes returned to his. “Lift. Your. Hips. Now.”

Nik put his torn up hands on Cameron’s shoulders and did as told. He slipped Nik’s pants off and puddled them on the floor next to his feet. Then Cameron went to work pulling the rest of his clothes off. Nik’s body had it’s fair share of nicks and scars from years of training and fighting, but it looked like whatever he did tonight, he remained mostly untouched- except for his hands, and now the places where he sunk his claws. “Can you stand? Or do you need my help?”

Nik just stared at him, laser focused on his eyes, but didn’t say a word, didn’t move or react in any way. Cameron sighed softly and hooked his arms the rest of the way around his neck. He slipped his hands around Nik’s back and hauled him up and to the tub. After a moment of debate, Cameron climbed in with him.

The water wasn’t scorching, but still hot enough that Cameron winced when it hit his back. He went for the cup and started running clean water down Nik’s blood covered skin. Nik blinked slowly at him, he looked down at Cameron’s body and then the growing bloody water. He figured Nik’s mind was coming back to him the more he got stimulated. And the hot water was doing it’s job. He allowed Nik to press his fingers to Cameron’s chest.

Cameron drained and put in fresh water when it grew too dark from the blood. Nik blinked some more and started registering where he was. Cameron washed the blood out of his hair with mechanical efficiency.

“Cameron?”

“Mm?”

“When… where’s Amara?”

“I left her on the porch. I assume she’s gone by now.”

Nik nodded slowly and looked out the window at the night sky. He finished getting Nik clean after draining the water a few more times. But when he got Nik out of the tub, Nik was back. But he was still uncharacteristically quiet.

Cameron grabbed a towel for him. “Do you need help?”

Nik shook his blue streaked black hair, and sat on the lip of the tub, holding out a hand. Cameron put it in, but Nik was looking up at him. His face was blank. The smile: gone; the wry humor: gone. A ghost was looking back at him. “Cameron?”

“What.”

Nik swallowed. “Can… I want- Please kiss me?”

Cameron looked down at him, for a moment. He debated on saying no. And he knew Nik wouldn’t hold it against him, if he did. But it seemed like more of a need than a want, at this moment and Cameron’s alpha wanted Nik taken care of.

Cameron tilted Nik’s chin back, and leaned down and kissed him softly on the mouth. The metal of Nik’s lip rings were cool against his mouth, and he barely felt Nik’s fingers resting on his hip. When he pulled back, there was a bit of life back in Nik’s eyes. “Come on. You need fed. Then you’re going to bed.”

Nik nodded and stood. He hooked the towel around his hips and went to the kitchen. Cameron told the nearest sentry to have someone clean up the bathroom and followed after him. Nik went for a bottle of tequila. Cameron wrenched it out of his hand. “No. Food.”

Nik’s mouth thinned, but he didn’t argue and got some milk and bread. Cameron leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, watching Nik hunch over the table and eat and drink his milk. “Where were you?”

Nik shrugged, but didn’t say anything.

“Nikolas, tell me where the hell you were,” Cameron said, coldly.

Nik finally looked up at him, and he somehow looked younger and older at the same time. “I… was killing people?”

“Well, no shit,” Cameron said. “What people, and why wasn’t I informed of this?”

Nik’s mouth twitched. “I found Agra.”

The only surprise Cameron allowed himself was a blink. You killed my father? Cameron coolly said, “Are you wanting a thank you? You’re not going to get one.”

“The only thing I want,” Nik said, “Is to eat my food, and go to bed with you. That’s all I want.”

Cameron dug his fingers into the counter. “Why did you kill him.”

Nik looked squarely at him, eyes hard as glass. “You know why.”

---

Lev woke up alone. Again. He winced as he sat up, but a glance told him Cameron wasn’t in the room at all. Another glance told him it was still dark out, though the jaw cracking yawn he gave could have told him that too. After debating a moment, he slid off the bed and padded out the door.

He tracked Cameron’s scent through the house, growing alarmed at the fading scent of blood and Nik, too. They were in the kitchen when Lev found them, staring at each other. Lev hesitated in the doorway, not sure if he should intrude, but the sight of Nik’s hands, the raw knuckles, made him freeze.

“What happened?” He asked, shuffling closer in alarm. “Nik, your hands...”

Nik cut him a glare. “Stop trying to baby me.”

Lev stilled. “I-I’m not,” he protested. He flicked Cameron a confused look, before chewing on his lip. “I just- I was- I’m worried. I could- I smelled blood and- and-”

“Yeah? And? You saw me leaving with weapons. What did you think was going to happen?”

Lev flinched back this time, eyes wide, but before he could flounder for an answer, Cameron gave a firm, “Nik.”

“I...I’m sorry,” Lev finally said, hating that tears were already welling up. “I didn’t mean...”

“Stop apologizing!” Nik yelled. “Just- stop it.”

Nik stood. Lev scrambled back, trying to get as much space between them as possible when Nik stormed out. He stared after Nik until Cameron spoke.

“You knew he was leaving?”

Lev flinched again at the cold tone. He slowly looked at Cameron, unsure of what to say. “I- I guess? He didn’t give me much- He just- I didn’t think about it.” Lev’d been too busy distracted by Nik’s tongue down his throat at the time.

“That was extremely idiotic of you. He ended up coming back covered in blood and completely out of his mind. But I suppose you were too concerned with getting fucked.”

Lev looked down, reaching up to rub his eye with the heel of his hand. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m sorry.” He should have said something, but- but he’d assumed that this was normal for these two.

Lev just barely caught how Cameron rolled his eyes. “I’m going to bed,” was all Cameron said before leaving Lev alone.

Again.

Lev scrubbed at his face. Cameron was right. He should have mentioned that Nik had taken off. He hadn’t meant to- it wasn’t like- whatever he’d meant or not meant to do, he’d made them both mad. Somehow. And now he was standing in the kitchen crying, again, because that was all he seemed to know how to do.

He wasn’t sure how to calm down, and did he even have the right to be upset? Not really. It didn’t help, though, being surrounded by them, their scent, their home. Everything here was theirs and Lev couldn’t help being reminded he was an outsider. He didn’t belong here, not really, and with that reminder, he realized he was homesick. Just a little.

He sniffled, wiping his eyes one last time. Enough crying. After a minute of searching, he found a pad of paper and a pen. This was a good thing. He didn’t want to leave, not permanently, but he did want to go back. He didn’t even have his own clothes here. And there were other essentials he’d been without over the past week, too. He could go home, get himself sorted, and be back. Hopefully they’d be in a better mood by then.

With that in mind, he scribbled a quick note, telling them he’d be back by noon, promising them he’d be back by then. That was good enough, right? Right. Nothing in the house stirred as he crept back to his room. He pulled on clothes he’d borrowed from the other two, and glanced around the room. His gaze fell on his mother’s jacket. He’d leave that. More proof he was coming back. Nothing could stop him from at least coming to retrieve it.

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Fingers pulled at his hair and he was dragged backwards. The broken plate on the kitchen floor was left forgotten as his father drug him backwards through the house. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Nik choked out, eyes stinging from tears blinding him. “It was an accident.”

“And you need to learn accidents have consequences,” Az’ril bit out.

Nik tripped over his wings, but before he could fall, arms pulled him up and he was thrown backwards into a closet. His back hit the shelf and Nik stared up with tears streaming down his face. “I won’t do it again, please. Don’t. Don’t leave me in here. Don’t leave-” The door slammed shut and Nik ran forward and beat his hands against the wood. “Papi? Please.” He choked on his tears. “I’m sorry! Papi! I didn’t mean to do it! Nate? Nate! Please?”

Nik didn’t get an answer. He was reminded once again that none of his brothers lived at home anymore. He sunk down to the wooden floor, the tightness in his chest making it even harder to breathe. He laid down on his side, trying to peer past the bottom of the door to the sliver of light on the other side. “When can I come out? Papi? Please! I’m so, so sorry!”

Nik jerked awake, trying to gasp in air. He stared into the darkness of the bedroom. Cameron was instantly awake beside him. He choked on a sob. He smothered it back, as much as he could, choking off his air supply if he had to. Nik got up and went to the window that was already open and took air into his lungs.

Cameron’s pale eyes followed him, calm, too deceptively calm as he read Nik’s wound body. Nik stared out the window at nothing for a solid ten minutes before he was calm enough to come back to bed. Nik laid down in the sheets, and hadn’t expected the arm that draped around him and pulled him close. Nik looked over his shoulder at Cameron, unsure if it was a question or surprise. Cameron wasn’t looking at him. “Don’t think too hard,” he mumbled. “Just go back to sleep.”

Nik settled back against him, pulling Cameron’s arm closer to his chest. He hated- he hated- the way tears pricked behind his eyes when he closed them again. It was a long, long time before he fell back asleep. But this time, the nightmare was nothing more than a distant memory.

---

Lev landed in his yard. Thank the stars he wasn’t in the air anymore. He hated flying. Too much risk of falling, no matter how many times he’d been told angels belonged in the air. Maybe they did, but this angel didn’t.

He tucked his wings close, the familiar smell of home welcoming him. It smelled like him. He trudged along the stepping stones, and up the steps. The door eased open beneath his fingertips, but Lev didn’t give much thought to it. He was too tired. If he went to bed now, he could get up in the morning and gather everything he needed. Whatever he could fit in a bag that he could fly back, at the very least.

First things first, though, a glass of water. Tired didn’t begin to cover how he felt, but he’d had his fair share of tears tonight, and then flown home on top of that. Water, then bed. Everything else could wait until the morning.

It took him longer than it should have to realize he was not alone.

The light flicked on the moment Lev tensed. He whirled, stumbling back, crushing his wings between himself and the wall. “Remi,” he breathed, locking up. Remi shouldn’t be here. Remi shouldn’t know where he lived. “What-”

“Did you know the lock on your front door is broken?” Remi stepped close, green eyes glinting. “You really should get that fixed.”

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shxdowsofombra · 4 years ago

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Dinner Date

@musesofombra

[Grace]

Grace did Hallie’s hair before heading home with her. She smiled as she opened the door. “Boys? We’re home.” She called out. “You look beautiful Hallie, you are going to drive him crazy.” She winked at her before setting her jacket down.

[Hallie]

“Thank you. Seriously. I also think Stiles is going to love that wedding dress. My dad can yell at me later about my money. I really don’t care.” She smiled. “I’m going to fix my makeup.”

[Stiles]

Stiles had gotten ready for dinner and prepared it for them before hearing the girls coming into the room. David had already been there and helping with the dinner as well. “Hello, we are just finishing up dinner. Go ahead and take your seats.” He says while looking over at the girls.

[David]

David had been setting the table when the girls walked in. “Wow…” He says as he took in Hallie’s appearance before she headed to the bathroom. “I take it that’s Hallie?”

[Grace]

“Hi baby.” She smiled as she went over to Stiles and kissed him. “See everything was fine and I actually ended up saving a lot of money.” She said teasingly. “Is my dad okay?” She asked him before turning to David. “Hi David. Yes that’s her. See I told you she was beautiful.”

[Stiles]

Stiles kissed Grace back before nodding his head. “I went through the mail as you asked and he went out to go for a swim actually which was a bit surprising but I didn’t question it. He said he would be back in a bit.” He smiled.

[David]

“You weren’t kidding, she is gorgeous. Thanks for inviting me to dinner by the way. I hope it doesn’t make things too awkward given our history and all that. That is all in the past of course.” He smiled before looking down the hall to see if he could see Hallie.

[Grace]

“He what?” She asked. “Well was he...okay...yeah that’s weird.” She said pulling out her phone and texting her dad to make sure he was okay. “Oh yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care. It’s the past.” She said looking at her phone waiting for Cam to text her back.

[Stiles]

Stiles watched as Cameron texted her back telling her he just needed some air. “See he is okay. I think being around Noah can be a bit overwhelming sometimes and he just needs to clear his head but he seemed fine when he left.”

[Grace]

“Maybe we should spend that wedding money on a new home for him, Stiles. I just...what if this is all too much. Us together and him watching the baby all the time. I want him to be okay and I can’t do that.” She said frowning as she put her phone down.

[Stiles]

“I mean I don’t know, is leaving him by himself a good idea though? We both know how sad he gets without Noah around and it’s not like we can set him up with someone else.”

[Grace]

“I don’t want him to be by himself but I don’t want him to feel like he is just here to babysit. Maybe...maybe I can spend more time with him? I already cut back at work but I could just like quit?”

[Stiles]

“If you want to do that you can. I can always pick up a few extra shifts At work I don’t mind.” He smiles before giving her a kiss. “Well it looks like they are getting along nicely.” He says while watching the two of them make their way down the hall.

[Grace]

“Stiles no, please don’t. You work too much. I miss you.” She said before kissing him back. She turned to watch Hallie and David move down the hallway and laughed softly. “We should go get Noah.”

[Stiles]

“I know baby but if it helps maybe I can ask for a raise or something. There is a safehouse not far from here that we can go to while they do you know...that.” He jokes before giving her a kiss. “Yeah I don’t think he needs to learn about sex just yet.”

[Grace]

“Should we stay? What if...what if Hope and Zach show up? I mean…I feel like we need to stay so that just in case...you know?”

[Stiles]

“Why would they come out here? I think they would give her time to cool down wouldn’t they?” He asks while looking at her.

[Grace]

“Stiles...I tried to kill their son. I remember when I was friends with Hope how much Zach adored Hallie. She’s with me. He’s not going to let her just stay here.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah that is true, but I am sure they will at least give her some time knowing I won’t let anything happen to her. I mean I did tell her for a reason, I could have easily not told her.” He says before shrugging his shoulders.

[Grace]

“That’s true.” She smiled. “So what did you make baby?”

[Stiles]

“Well I tried to make your favorite dish for dinner and something that Hallie would too.” He smiles before giving her a kiss.

[Grace]

Grace kissed him back, “That was very sweet baby. Thank you.” She smiled. “I bought my wedding dress.” She told him.

[Stiles]

“Oh you did? That’s wonderful! Now all we have to do is set a date for the wedding and we will be all set.” He smiles while looking at her as he pulled her closer to him.

[Grace]

“I did.” She smiled before wrapping her arms around him. “Everytime we set a date it gets pushed back. Maybe we should just get married with just my dad and Noah there. It would still mean a lot to me.”

[Stiles]

“That sounds perfect to me.” He smiles before hearing Hallie and David in the bathroom. “Um...we should probably get Noah so the noises don’t scare him.” He says before heading to the room to get Noah.

[Grace]

“Zach and Hope are going to kill us. I didn’t think they would...jump each other’s bones so fast. This was supposed to be so she could meet a boyfriend.” She sighed.

[Stiles]

“Well you never know sometimes you click.” He shrugged his shoulders before bringing Noah out of the room. He was fast asleep in Stiles arms and sucking on his pacifier.

[Grace]

“Oh yeah I’ll say that to Zach when he’s choking me to death.” She said before seeing Noah in Stiles’ arms. “He is so precious. Just so cute.” She said softly.

[Stiles]

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen darling.” He tells her as she watches baby Noah sleeping. The male heard the noises in the bathroom stop so he figured maybe he could return Noah back to his crib before seeing David and Hallie coming out of the bathroom. They excused themselves before leaving. “Alright, glad to help?” He says not really knowing what else to say.

[Grace]

Grace watched Hallie and David leave and her eyes widened when she said she was going to David’s house. “I’m going to die all over again. Hope is literally going to beat my ass.” She said as she covered her face. “Great.”

[Stiles]

“No, don’t think like that. She doesn’t know that is how David and her met. You didn’t tell her right?” He asks in concern.

[Grace]

“Oh so how are we going to explain how Hallie went from staying at our house to staying at a complete stranger's house she doesn’t know? Hallie is Zach’s princess or whatever. I sent them those stupid letters and now they are going to kill me all over again.”

[Stiles]

“I can always retract them, remember? Magic? Besides, I think they will be too busy dealing with David and Hallie to be worried about us. This place is charmed anyway unless we let them in they can’t come inside.”

[Grace]

“Stiles...we can’t live in fear our whole life. We have Noah now. When he is older he will want to go outside and have people over. He will want your family. It’s...it’s fine. I didn’t do anything wrong...I helped Hallie stop crying...she seemed happier so...yeah…”

[Stiles]

“See look on the bright side, besides I am sure that we will be on good terms with them soon enough baby.” He tells her before giving her a kiss.

[David]

[Hallie]

Hallie moved out of the bathroom before looking down the hall and seeing a boy standing at the end of it. She felt her breathing stop as she took in the boy’s appearance and she had to shake herself out of it to walk down the hallway. “Hi...I’m Hallie.”

[David]

David smirked as he watched her walk down the hallway. “That is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I am David.” He smiles slightly leaning up against the wall. “I heard you are looking for a good time? Maybe I can help you with that.”

[Hallie]

Hallie saw David lean against the wall and she bit her lip as her eyes moved over his body. “I..I’m not sure what you are referring to...I’m not sure what Grace told you.”

[David]

“Nothing bad obviously. She told me you were a very beautiful girl who could use a fun night out. That is all.” He smiles before obviously checking her out as well. “Gosh you are so beautiful.” He bites his lip piercing as he shoved one of his hands into his leather jacket.

[Hallie]

Hallie’s eyes moved to his lips as she watched him bite on his bottom lip and for the first time ever her eyes flashed red. “Fuck it.” She said softly under her breath as she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply.

[David]

David could feel her pulling him closer to him and her lips against his own. He let his tongue tease her bottom lip so she could feel his tongue piercing as well. “Fuck you are so hot.” He picked her up and carried her to where he saw her walk out of before shutting the door.

[Hallie]

She felt his tongue piercing running against her bottom lip and she moaned as she opened her mouth for him. “You are so sexy.” She moaned before feeling him picking her up. She heard the door close and didn’t waste time ripping off his jacket and throwing it onto the floor before reconnecting their lips.

[David]

He ripped off her clothes before kissing down her body easily before pushing apart her legs and ripping her panties off. His eyes flashing red as he could see how wet she was and he gathered her sweetness on his tongue.

[Hallie]

Hallie felt him ripping her dress off and moaned as he kissed down her body. She opened her legs for him before feeling his tongue running up her pussy. “Oh fuck yes.” She moaned loudly. Her hips bucked when his piercings ran over her clit. “Oh...oh wow…”

[David]

He let his piercings tease over her clit knowing that it would bring her a whole new sensation. Fuck she is so gorgeous. He thought seemingly to himself as he thrusted his tongue into her and abused her sweet spot and shifted his tongue inside of her.

[Hallie]

Hallie’s body trembled underneath him as her hand moved to tangle into his hair. She heard his voice in her head and at first didn’t notice it as her back arched in pleasure. Fuck he’s perfect...he makes me feel things no one else has. She thought. “I’m...I’m going to cum...”

[David]

David wasn’t sure that she heard him before hearing what she was saying. Oh this is going to be fun baby girl. He smirked before bringing his thumb down to rub against her clit. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.

[Hallie]

Hallie heard his voice clearly this time and didn’t have any time to think about it as she felt this incredibly powerful sensation washing over her. “Oh...fuck…” She moaned loudly before squirting on his face.

[David]

David licked every last drop up from her as he felt her squirting on his face. He helped her ride out her high before moving up to kiss her. You taste so fucking sweet did you know that? He asks while kissing her passionately.

[Hallie]

Hallie had never cum like that before so it took her a second to come down from her high. She didn’t hesitate to kiss David back just as passionately as she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. I taste good on you. She moaned as she tugged at his pants and pulled them off before tugging at the hem of his shirt. Off daddy. I want it off.

[David]

He stripped himself of his shirt before helping her remove his pants. “Careful there darling. I have a piercing on my dick.” He smirked. “Have you ever been with someone who had a piercing on their dick?” He teases.

[Hallie]

Hallie watched him remove his shirt and heard his words before her eyes moved down to his cock. Her eyes burned red as she unknowingly released pheromones in the air. “Put your cock inside of me David. I can take it.” She said, pulling him back down to her and kissing him passionately.

[David]

He could smell her pheromones in the air as he released his own. “Oh you know I will, baby girl.” He growled before lining himself up and pushing into her as she kissed him passionately. He kissed her back as he started off slowly since she was a bit tight.

[Hallie]

She smelled something in the air and she bit her lip as she heard him growl. She broke their lips apart and gasped as she felt him sliding into her. “Ah…” Her nails dug into his back. “Do that again. It...it was so sexy…”

[David]

He pushed himself into her as he took his time knowing she was tight. “Fuck baby girl. You are so tight.” He growled as he felt her nails dugging into his back.

[Hallie]

“Yes...right there daddy.” She moaned. Her nails dug deeper into his back as his piercing pressed against her sweet spot. Hallie knew she was going to be beyond sore later but it really didn’t matter. She suddenly started feeling this overwhelming feeling and she had no idea what it was so she didn’t think anything about it.

[David]

David had begun to feel an overwhelming pleasure building up which was something he had never felt before either. He ignored it as he started thrusting into her hard and fast. “Fuck you feel so good.” He growled.

[Hallie]

“Oh fuck…” She moaned loudly as he started moving faster. “I...I need...daddy I need to cum…” She purred as her nails started drawing blood.

[David]

“Cum for me baby girl.” He growled into her ear as he felt himself getting close as well.

[Hallie]

Hearing him growl in her ear pushed her over the edge as she came around his cock. “Fuck yes…” She moaned softly. “Cum inside me daddy. Give me all your cum. I want to be your little cum slut.” She purred in his ear.

[David]

David didn’t hold himself back as he came inside of Hallie. He could feel himself pumping every last drop of cum inside of her. “Fuck...Hallie.” He moaned.

[Hallie]

Hallie helped him ride out their orgasms and bit her lip as she felt his cum dripping out of her. She moved slightly so she could kiss him passionately. “Fuck you are so hot.”

[David]

He kissed her back before hearing her words. “You are most definitely the hot one.” He smirked. “Would you want to come stay with me?”

[Hallie]

“Yes.” Hallie said without thinking. When she pulled away slightly she laid back against the bed. “You kind of ripped my dress though. What am I supposed to wear?” She asked teasingly.

[David]

“Oh right.” He says before opening up the locket around his neck and sprinkling some of the dust on the dress to fix it. “That should do it.” He smiles.

[Hallie]

“Hm thank you.” She smiled before kissing him again. She teasingly started grinding her hips against his, “You have to get out of me for me to change.”

[David]

“Right, I have a knot so I have to wait for it to go down. It shouldn’t be more than a few more seconds.” He tells her as she teasingly grinds against him.

[Hallie]

“I know. I felt your cock grow. It’s...ah...pressing against my sweet spot.” She told him as she tried to stop moving her hip but she just couldn’t. “It feels...so...good.”

[David]

“Mhm it’s gonna be longer if you keep moving your hips like that baby girl.” He purred before holding her hips in place so she could stop squirming.

[Hallie]

I love hearing him call me baby girl. It is so fucking sexy. She thought to herself before feeling his hands on her hips. She blushed as she felt goosebumps appear after his touch. “Sorry…”

[David]

“I am glad that you find it sexy baby girl.” He smirked before he kissed her when she blushed. “You are so gorgeous. I can’t wait to take you home.”

[Hallie]

She kissed him back and bit his bottom lip teasingly before releasing it. “I can’t wait either.” She purred. “Is your home far from here?”

[David]

“No, it’s not far at all. I used to live at a shifter camp but I got my own place a little bit away from there. A cave if you will.”

[Hallie]

Hallie smiled when she heard it was away from the shifter camp, “It sounds perfect.” She said before feeling his knot going down.

[David]

“Good we can head there once we get cleaned up.” He smiles before feeling the knot going down and making sure to clean them both up, knowing Grace and Stiles were still outside.

[Hallie]

She thanked him after he cleaned her up and moved to grab her dress before stopping as her legs felt like jello. “Um...David...can you...hand me my dress? I can’t...walk?”

[David]

“Oh right. I can um...carry you out of here if you want?” He asks before picking up her dress and handing it to her.

[Hallie]

“Thank you.” She slid back on her dress and bit her lip as she thought about it. She knew her Uncle knew what she did but having him carry her was a little different. “Yes please.” She asked.

[David]

David dressed himself before scooping her up. “Alright you ready baby girl?” He asks before giving her a kiss.

[Hallie]

Hallie kissed him back and nodded, “Yes I’m ready.” She purred in his ear before kissing down his neck and starting to mark it.

[David]

David brought her out to the main area before seeing Stiles and Grace. “Sorry about that, um we are going to head back to my place to get to know each other a bit more. So you two enjoy your night! Thanks for inviting us over.” He smiles before putting on his shoes and then moving so Hallie could grab hers before heading out the door.

[Hallie]

Hallie blushed brightly as she saw her Uncle, “Um...I will call my parents later. Thank you for having me over.” She said as she moved her arm to grab her shoes before they left.

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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The Oldest Pogue

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Btw some things might change but not drastically.

(Y/N) stood beside JJ, munching on a twinkie as he watched him toss rock.

"Thanks for sticking up for me." JJ mumbled, looking at him. (Y/N) nodded, giving a small smile.

"Of course, JJ." (Y/N) patted his hand before turning his head as John B started speaking.

"Look, I'm callin' it off, alright?" John B looked at them. "Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she'll help me with DCS."

"And you believed her?" JJ cocked a brow. (Y/N) gently nudged him. He knew Peterkin well. She was like a mother to him.

"Yes, I believe her, JJ."

"An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop." JJ tossed another rock. (Y/N) internally sighed. He knew JJ had a long history with cops and he knew a lot of the ones in the department just took the job to have power over people. It took a while for the group to trust (Y/N) cause of his father.

"How do we know he won't snitch?" JJ asked John B, not caring about being quiet. Kiara shot (Y/N) an apologetic smile. (Y/N) brushed her off. He stood, stepping outside and approaching them.

"Look, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me either. I don't mean any harm to you guys. You don't have to trust me right away and I don't expect it. Dad isn't using me to spy on you. I have free will to do whatever the fuck I want. I can help you guys if you get arrested by lowering the bail or convincing them to not arrest you at all." (Y/N) shrugged.

"John B and Pope are my friends. I'm not here to take your spot." (Y/N) shifted his gaze onto John B. "When's your dad getting home? I could start up dinner for everyone."

"All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she'll help me out. It doesn't help that your ass was the one shooting a gun." John B said, tossing his beer to the side. JJ rolled his eyes.

"You know what we should have done, man? We should've let Topper drown your ass." JJ said, continuing to toss rocks.

"Yeah, like Topper was gonna drown me?" John B scoffed.

"Sure looked like it." JJ replied.

"That's funny."

"I mean have you looked in a mirror?" JJ got off the table, approaching everyone. (Y/N) took his spot, finishing his twinkie as he watched them.

"Come on, tell me some more. Come on." John B encouraged as JJ got closer.

"They always win, don't they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win! Goddamn!" JJ shook his head, walking away from them.

"Okay!" Kiara tried to defuse the situation but JJ whipped around. "No, it's not okay!"

"JJ.." (Y/N) sighed, walking towards him.

"No, (Y/N). They don't want us to go down into the marsh. That means there's something valuable down there, and you know it." JJ said, pointed at John B, earning an eye roll.

"I know you do. And I understand why you don't wanna go." JJ pointed at Pope. "You're the golden boy. You got way too much to risk." JJ shifted his attention onto Kiara.

"And you.. I mean, you're rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?" JJ looked at (Y/N).

"And you.. You're a golden boy too. Another year of school before you're off to some cooking school where you'll forget about us." (Y/N) frowned, knowing it wasn't true. JJ looked at John B.

"But you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don't, alright?"

"JJ.." John B sighed.

"And I know.. It didn't use to be that way for you." John B shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about it." John B went to walk past JJ.

"So that's it?" JJ asked. John B pushed him away.

"Just get out of my way, bro." John B huffed, walking away. The others could simply watch.

"John B, listen to me. I have a plan." JJ said, following him and standing beside him.

"You got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?" John B tried to object. "There's scuba gear inside, man. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon, and that is what's gonna save you, man." JJ said, holding his shoulders.

"You don't see rich kids going to foster care, do you?" JJ questioned. John B seemed hesitant.

"I know this is gonna sound shitty of me.. But.. What if this could be or lead to a possible hint of where your dad is, John B?" (Y/N) watched them turn to face him.

"(Y/N).." Kiara shook her head. (Y/N) sighed.

"I know this is a sensitive topic but, think about it. We haven't heard from him in nine months and suddenly you guys find this boat. It never hurts to try." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Scooter was probably drunk and thought it would be fun to ride the waves." Kiara said. "Plus you're supposed to be the voice of reason and logic, like Pope!"

"I know, Kie." (Y/N) sighed, looking at John B. "Up to you."

"Make this quick, alright? Dad has a group of officers and volunteers out looking for this wreck." (Y/N) said.

"Oh, good. You're back." Kiara looked at him. (Y/N) gently shoved her. Kiara laughed softly, checking the tanks.

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" Kiara asked. John B ran his hand through his hair, shrugging lightly.

"Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us." Kiara said, looking at the boys.

"Love it when a plan comes together." JJ mumbled.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" Kiara asked. They remained silent.

"Anybody?"

"It's kind of a Kook sport." JJ said. Kiara sighed.

"The closest I've ever gotten was watching a documentary." (Y/N) shrugged. JJ chuckled. "Nerd."

"I... Read about about it." Pope said.

"Great, Pope read about it and (Y/N) watched a documentary, so somebody's gonna die." Kiara shook her head.

"Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?" JJ questioned.

"Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends." Pope informed them.

"Bends like, bend over and.." JJ arched his back.

"The bends kill you." Pope interrupted. JJ blinked and straightened up. "Right." (Y/N) snorted, shaking his head.

"I can... I can dive." John B offered.

"Yeah, you can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ nodded.

"Since when can you dive?" Kiara asked, brows furrowing as the wind tossled everyone's hair.

"I'll do it. It's fine." John B assured. Pope stood.

"Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope said. Kiara stared at John B, frowning and shaking her head. Pope quickly did the calculations. Kiara took off her shirt and jumped into the water, causing the boys to look.

"Uh.." John B glanced at the boys.

"What was that all about?"

"I don't know, but I liked it. A lot." JJ grinned. (Y/N) rolled his eyes. "Don't be jealous, (N/N). We still think you're hot." JJ patted his head.

"I know. I catch you guys staring. A lot." (Y/N) said, watching the boys softly flush and look away.

"So, uh, yeah. When you, uh, when you're down there, you look for the cargo hold, you stick this thing inside and twist and pull, away?" JJ showed him the key. Kiara resurfaced, swimming towards the boat.

"Hey, I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It's where you need to do your safety stop." Kiara told them. (Y/N) helped her onto the boat as Pope helped John B prep some more. JJ tried giving him some advice on keeping calm.

"When you start running out of air, resurface.. Even if you haven't found anything. Your safety is more important than some wreck." (Y/N) said. John B nodded.

"Got it, Mama Pogue." John B grinned.

"Hey, if we get caught out in the marsh, we're bascially screwed, so... Better get a move on." Pope said. John B nodded as Kiara approached him. She stepped up, leaning in and pecking his cheek. John B blinked. The boys exchanged glances.

"Diver down?"

"Diver down." Kiara stepped down as John B hopped into the water. He disappeared under. (Y/N) anxiously watched the water, searching for signs of distress.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N)." JJ gently tugged on his arm. (Y/N) sighed and nodded, sitting beside him. JJ gently bumped his knee against (Y/N)'s, their legs touching. (Y/N) was too focused on the water to notice. They heard a siren sound and turned to look.

"Fuck me." (Y/N) whispered. JJ cocked a brow, giving a grin. (Y/N) noticed and nudged his leg, chuckling.

"Just act frickin' normal." Kiara said.

"You should deal with this, (Y/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) huffed lightly.

"Evening, officers." Pope greeted. Shoupe immediately looked at his son.

"Evening." Shoupe returned the greeting. He cleared his throat, looking at them.

"How you kids doing? The marsh is closed. (Y/N), you know this." Shoupe shot his son a pointed look.

"Sorry, dad. I forgot.. I had a lot of things on my mind and it slipped. I was thinking about our conversation from yesterday." (Y/N) looked at him, frowning. Shoupe sighed but nodded.

"Why is it closed anyway?" JJ asked.

"Well, we're conducting a search out here. Boat went down." Shoupe explained. "Seen anything?"

"Nope. No boat." Pope and JJ shook their heads. (Y/N) licked his lips, shaking his head as well.

"Where's your friend you always hang with? He here?" Shoupe asked them all, though he looked at (Y/N). JJ and Pope subtly glanced at each other.

"He's working." Kiara answered. Shoupe hummed.

"I'm gonna check your little boat out." Shoupe said, getting on the boat. (Y/N) sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to embarrass you, (Y/N)." Shoupe said. "Feels like it." (Y/N) mumbled.

"You can check her out." Pope shrugged, standing and letting Shoupe wonder around, checking things. Shoupe stepped up, putting his sunglasses on and looking at the water. (Y/N) watched him, anxiety slowly spiking. Minutes passed.

"Are you done checking out your reflection, dad?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe chuckled, turning around and looking at them.

"Beautiful day, ain't it?" Shoupe headed back to his boat. The boys agreed.

"Let us know if you find anything on your way out." Shoupe said.

"Will do." Pope nodded. Shoupe started the engine, heading away from them. They quickly went to the edge, waiting for John B to resurface.

"He's definitely out of air." Pope mumbled. John B surfaced, the anxiety and tension leaving. JJ quickly helped John B.

"Did you find anything?"

"Did I find anything.." John B grinned, tossing the bag into the boat.

"Yeah, there we go! That's my boy!" JJ laughed.

"You okay?" Kiara asked.

"Yeah, I ran out of air." John B climbed onboard.

"Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh... We took care of 'em." Pope said. (Y/N) brushed the hair out of John B's face, shaking his head.

"That was stupid but.. We got something out of it." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o'clock." Kiara said. The boys turned their heads, seeing the boat.

"Anyone recognize that boat?" Pope asked.

"Nope."

"Never seen it." Kiara shooo her head. "What are they doing here? The marsh is closed."

"Dad said volunteers could help." (Y/N) reminded.

"Let's not stick around." JJ said.

"JJ, get the bowline." John B said. (Y/N) kept an eye on the boat.

"They don't seem friendly." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Don't wait for me." JJ said as John B started the engine. They quickly tried leaving.

"They're picking up speed." (Y/N) called. They glanced back.

"They're following us." Kiara glanced at the boys. They quickly got into a chase. (Y/N) looked back at the boat.

"Fuck, get down!"

"Why?" A gunshot answered the question. They quickly ducked, John B having to stay standing so he could drive.

"Oh my god, we're gonna die." Pope said. They heard more gunshots, John B making turns which made the shooter miss.

"Shit, Pope, move." Kiara stood, grabbing some nets.

"Kie, get down!" (Y/N) shouted, flinching when another gunshot rang out. Kiara tossed the net into the water, the boat chasing them stopping when the net caught them. They whooped and laughed, shock passing.

"Is everyone okay?" (Y/N) asked. They nodded. "Kie, that was fucking dangerous but smart as hell. Tell us beforehand."

"Yes, Mama Pogue." Kiara chuckled. They got to John B's wooden port and tied the boat before getting off. John B put the duffle bag down, opening it as the others gathered around.

"What do you guys think it is?" Kiara asked.

"It's gotta be money." John B replied.

"Probably drugs." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Can we please just open the bag?" Pope asked, causing the others to look at him.

"Wow, Pope. That's a rare outburst of emotion." John B said, chuckling. They opened it, finding a metal thing. John B opened it and took out the thing inside. His face fell, opening it and staring at the compass.

"Oh, wow. Yup. That's about right." Pope nodded. They seemed dissapointed.

"At least it looks nice." (Y/N) said, noticing the look on John B's face. "What's up?"

"This was my father's." John B whispered, a smile appearing on his face.

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