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yanderepuck · 4 years

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Vlad’s dunbassery is going to be mixed in with the babies

Cause lets be real. It’s probably Vlad’s fault

Everyone is between the ages of 2-5. So not all are babies, but smol annoying children.

Jean Isaac and Mozart are the youngest, followed by Napoleon, Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Will, Dazai, and Leonardo. I am making Dazai the age of 5 purely for the chaos.

First off, how did they become smol babies? Good question Vlad probably ended up drugging something that they all had, made sure Comte didn’t get it though. The man just wants his boyfriend all to himself, and Faust was like “uhhh yeah it’ll do something like that”

Then BAM babies. Sebas told Comte he’s gotta spend the next few days grocery shopping and left, Comte didn’t know what happened when he said that. Sebas basically went “Fuck this. This is above my pay grade” and left.

5 year old Leonardo screaming in Italian because his coat is too heavy and he’s trapped under it. Isaac is so smol he can’t even get out of his bed so he just stays in bed until someone comes and gets him. Mozart can’t play the piano with tiny hands, and Jean gets his sword taken away, after all, he’s 2 and it’s taller than him.

Napoleon Theo and Arthur are 3. Arthur is basically like “does this mean I can drink alcohol from a sippy cup” and Theo slaps him. Napoleon probably sleeps through the whole thing. He only notices when he goes into the kitchen and is too short to reach any food. Yes. He got out of bed and walked all the way to the kitchen before he realized he was a 3 year old. Theo is screaming in Dutch how he can’t work like this.

Vincent and Will are both 4. Vincent is basically like “I don’t know what’s going on . . . but I’m gonna paint. Do you think Comte would get mad at a 4 year old for painting the walls. I’m gonna paint the wall” Vincent decided to be a little chaotic since he’s a 4 year old. If he’s gonna be 4 again he might as well do it right. Will walks into Comte’s room and is like “WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL” only he actually says “who is't doth i has't to killeth” which sounds strange coming out of a four year old.

Comte is like wtf?? and looks over and is like WTF????

But, lets not forget about the last child. 5 year old Dazai causing extreme chaos. He can now fit even even smaller spaces and is lighter and can climb more things without worry. He went into Isaac’s room, where he is stuck on the bed with Harry. Out of all people to come into his room first . . . it had to be Dazai. He climbs up onto his bed and is like “LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE” and Isaac basically curls up into a ball . . . just like Harry and is like “please no. leave me be” but Dazai just picks him up and carries him down the hall.

And that’s the first thing, besides Will, that Comte see’s. Comte just takes a deep breath and closes his doors and goes back to bed. He’s not even sure if he fell back to sleep, but he woke up to a small Napoleon on him “I’m hungry”. Comte could have sworn he locked that door.

“Then go get some food”

“I’M NOT EVEN THREE FEET TALL WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO GET”

Comte just sighs, picks up smol Napoleon and carries him into the kitchen. “What do you want.”

“Pancakes” its Theo. He followed Comte in because he’s hungry too.

Comte looks down to see little baby Theo. Smol and angy. “You’re like 3, don’t you just want to drink the syrup” he’s not cut out to be a real parent of real children. But Theo thinks about it for a moment, and yeah. He’s just gonna drink the syrup. “Okay now what do you want”

“Food”

“Yes . . . what kind of food”

“ . . . . . food”

Sigh

Leonardo hasn’t stopped yelling in Italian for three hours now. But he finally escaped his coat. The only reason why he stopped was because he got tired and fell asleep in the hallway. Lumiere was following him around as well, mainly being confused and was curious so he also fell asleep besides Leonardo.

Arthur is drunk out the ass because he wanted to know how much alcohol it would take for his 3 year old body to get wasted. Theo told him it wasn’t a good idea, but did he listen? No. So that’s when Theo left.

Jean doesn't know what’s going on but is upset that he can’t lift up his sword now. It’s too heavy, so he decides to go find Mozart. Mozart can’t even get on the piano bench without struggling. He wrote something new he wants to try too. So now he sits on the bench in anger, lil pouty face.

No one knows where Dazai and Isaac are. It isn’t until two hours after Comte woke back up that Isaac came in through the door with blood around his lips. He technically missed two meals . . . he bit Dazai and that’s how he got away. Baby Isaac just wants sleep now. 2 year old sleepy. As he’s walking he trips over Leonardo because he’s too tired to pay attention, and so since he’s on the floor . . and Leonardo is on the floor, he might as well sleep with him.

Vincent is painting on his door and has gotten paint on the rug in the hallway, and he is currently standing on a chair to paint farther up.

“Vincent. What are you doing.”

“Painting”

“I see that. Why are you painting your door.”

“Why not”

Sigh

Will has locked himself in the library for some quite and is reading a book since he can’t find anything to write with.

Now you’re probably wondering. Where is Dazai? Well he just burst through the window of the library and is telling Will to follow him.

“Why do you have a chicken?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to”

“ . . . I’m scared to know what the answer is”

Dazai lets go of the chicken and Will starts climbing onto a table. “DAZAI.”

Comte rushes in and grabs Dazai. He’s been looking for him. “You’re going in time out”

“That’s what you think!” But Comte has a good grip on him, but now he has to find a room with no windows for him to escape from.

“Stay here” he put him in a closet, and locked the door.

“Vincent. Stop painting the walls. THEO! Don’t encourage him! You’re covered in syrup, what the hell. Where is Jean at? Did . . . did Arthur really try getting drunk”

Sigh

Jean and Mozart haven’t let the music room this entire time. Mozart’s little arms can’t reach the keys so Jean tries pushing the bench in, doesn’t work though.

Dazai is trying to get out of the closet. Leonardo and Isaac are cuddling on the floor and Napoleon is laying on top of both of them. Comte is trying to explain to Vincent why he shouldn’t be painting on the wall, but Vincent is acting like he doesn’t know better and keeps painting.

“Vincent. I will take your paints away”

“Please no.”

“Then I need you to stop”

“But why”

“You aren’t suppose to paint on the walls”

“ . . . Why”

“Walls aren’t for painting”

“Why.”

“Dear god no . . . “

“ . . . Why”

“THEO! COME GET YOUR BROTHER”

Comte making Vincent really upset and nearly starts to cry and Comte is like “ Nonononono. It’s okay” and Theo comes to beat up Comte for doing that . . so Theo joins Dazai in the time out closet.

Eventually Jean gets bored in the music room and leave and tries terrorizing Comte by trying to trip him. Comte is going down a flight of steps and that when Jean completes his plan. “DO YOU WANT TO GO IN THE TIME OUT CLOSET TOO” and Jean runs off.

The sun hasn’t even started to go down and Comte just hopes that whatever this is wears off by morning.

Masterlist

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leoanrdo #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp arthur

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dangerousconnoisseurdonut · 3 years

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Choice #7; Cowboy/Steampunk Fusion

Right, here we go with lucky #7; So, a Gotham that is still kind of young and a bit like the Old West like Back to the Future Part 3. The Wayne's are throwing a party with their 8-year-old daughter, Bryce in attendance.

Everything is going swimmingly until a youngish Theo Galavan and his Maniax show up, including 14-year-old Jerome and Jeremiah, as well as 'Matches' Malone intent on robbing the place.

Anyway, Jerome and Jeremiah think Bryce is cute but are a little messed up in the head so they think branding her with their mark is like a promise ring as they promise they are going to be big time Outlaws and treat her like a queen, and the brand is meant to scare other hoodlums off.

Thomas naturally goes to protect his daughter but Theo, who was looking for an excuse, shoots him, then Martha. He hits Bryce and sets fire to the home, figuring he's killed the last of the Wayne's, so now there's nothing stopping him from taking over Gotham.

Too bad he didn't see Matches go back inside to save poor little Bryce. Remember how Matches said he doesn't kill babies? Well, I expanded that to kids as well. Now, Matches feels bad for his part in Bryce becoming an orphan so he takes her and moves away from Gotham to help make her strong and train her to be a bounty hunter. Along the way, she meets and is trained by old west heroes like Bat Lash, El Diablo (Lazarus Lane), and of course Jonah Hex.

Matches also teaches her the most important thing she'll need to know to get close to Theo Galavan; how to act and sound like a man. To be a perfect duality; female vigilante and male Bounty Hunter. As she reaches her 18th year, he knows he's dying, so he kills himself after explaining everything she'll need to know, and makes it look like she killed him, so 'The Bat' will have her first Bounty, and she goes one step further; as she was branded, so too will she brand her victims with the insignia of a bat. For her male persona, she takes the name, Matthew Malone.

It takes her a year to make it back to Gotham as Matches took her to Mexico or something to keep her safe, and along the way she meets Lucius Fox who worked for her father, and Lee Thompkins, a doctor who was run out of Gotham by Galavan's partner, Sofia Falcone.

She helps Lee sneak back into Gotham, disguised as Thomas Leslie (if you have a better suggestion, I'm open to it). Gotham has changed a fair bit in the eleven years she’s been gone as there are now fairly tall skyscrapers, but people still get around by horse and buggy, though these horses are robots, hence the steampunk element. By an amazing coincidence, the saloon Matthew stops in at to get a cold beer, is patroned by the Valeska brothers, who still work for Galavan but now have their own crew; who else, but the Horribles. Everyone else clears out when the Horribles announce their impending arrival, but 'Matthew' wants to finish his beer, then he'll leave. Jerome tries to hassle him, but Matthew ignores him until Jerome goes for Matthew's gun (yes, he has a gun, I will explain later), only to find Matthew has a dummy gun that is coated with a mild form of Tetrodotoxin; not enough to kill him, but his arm and mouth go numb. Others would be offended at this; Jerome, his brother, and the others all find it hilarious; even Victor laughs at it. Matthew then pulls out $100 bill and pays for the first round of drinks for the Horribles as apology for the gun.

Matthew goes to leave but the Horribles invite him to have a drink with them; anyone who can shut Jerome up deserves a drink. They ask him if he's a Bounty Hunter with the kind of money he has, and he answers yes. They ask him about his family, and he‘reveals' he's the‘son' of Matches Malone, who Jerome and Jeremiah vaguely remember. When Matthew reveals his father was killed by The Bat, the others are intrigued and ask if he actually saw The Bat as no one is certain if she's real or just a legend. Matthew then rolls up his sleeve and reveals a 'Bat Brand', which she gave him when he tried to protect his father.

Before more can be said, Selina Kyle, protege of Tabitha Galavan and Bryce's childhood friend comes in with some news she just got from the telegraph office; The Bat was sighted not too far from Gotham, and may be on her way to their city. The Horribles are all excited to test their skills against The Bat, but Matthew warns them that she is lightning quick with her whip and daggers and is good at using the shadows to disappear, and that's without taking into account her horse; a large black stallion named Daredevil (if you think it should be Ace, tell me, but Daredevil sounded more ‘Old West’), a far cry from the steampunk horses everyone in Gotham uses. He then rises to leave, saying he's hoping to find lodgings and work in Gotham for maybe a month as his last Bounty managed to get him pretty good, and he could do with some steady work for a bit. Selina offers a room at the 'House of Instant Happiness' she owns; normally $50 a night, but she'll knock it down to $40 if he helps keep the rowdier customers under control the nights he's there. He agrees, and they shake on it; Selina notes in passing that, even for gloved, powerful hands, they seem a little small for a man, but brushes it off.

That night, someone from the Narrows is dragged out into the streets as he can't afford his ‘protection' this week, so Sophia is determined to make an example of him; as her enforcer goes to pull the trigger, however, a large piece of metal, later determined to be in the shape of a bat, comes whistling through the night and hits the guy right in the hand, taking it off; The Bat has come to Gotham. She swings down and informs Sofia that ‘she has never liked bullies'. Sofia responds that she doesn't like rodents that get in her way. The Bat responds that Sofia's face may be a little pinched, but there's no need to call herself a rodent.

A fight breaks out, and the worst injury The Bat gets is a black-eye while she takes down three of Sofia's best men and Daredevil takes out one of Galavan's men. The next day, Matthew is again at the Saloon when the Horribles arrive and they ask him if he's still looking for work. He responds yes he is, so they take him to see Mayor Galavan who is more than happy to take on the son of an ‘old friend'; it helps that Matthew can fight like nobodies business and is as good a shot as his father. While there, Matthew meets the Galavan's butler, and her heart clenches painfully in her chest; it's Alfred, and he just looks so downtrodden, not at all the man she remembers playing with her as a little girl. A week goes by with the days as Matthew and nights as The Bat, and Lee worries that Bryce will burn herself out before she gets her revenge, but Bryce is determined, more so ever since she saw Alfred. Matthew manages to move up a little when he manages to hold off the Bat long enough (maybe Lee in her costume? I haven't figured that out yet). What's surprising is how friendly Matthew gets with the Legion of Horribles as well as Deputy Mayor Oswald Cobblepot, his assistant Edward Nygma, and even his bodyguard, Victor Zsasz, all of whom are treated like dirt by Galavan and Sofia.

Bryce finally gets her chance; Galavan is holding a party at his house with his lieutenants, and Matthew is invited for protection. The setting is too perfect to pass up and she lays a bomb, ready to die herself if it means she'll take down Galavan as well. Problem is, Tabitha is there as well, which means Selina is there, along with the Horribles, Oswald, and poor Alfred is slaving away in the kitchen. She doesn't care about her own life, but she can't risk theirs; yes, Jerome and Jeremiah were there when her parents were killed and branded her, but she’s honestly come to like the two psychos. She manages to sneak a note to Selina, hoping she'll get the Horribles and Alfred out in time, signed by The Bat.

Selina manages to get the Horribles together and get them to Alfred, who was always rather nice to ‘The Freaks’ as Sofia and Galavan call them so they don’t want to see him get hurt either. When she shows Alfred the note, he just about has a heart attack; it may be more mature than when he last saw it, but he'd know that handwriting anywhere; it's *Bryce's* handwriting. He reveals a mark hidden on the paper near the signature; a heart with thorns wrapped around it;Bryce and Selina’s ‘secret symbol’ that they always signed their notes with to appear more ‘cool’. Selina can hardly believe her childhood friend is alive and well (if a little nuts to dress like some kind of Zorro/Bat hybrid and fight Outlaws) and Alfred, knowing his beloved little Mistress is alive, realizes why Matthew Malone looked so familiar. Matthew is really Bryce, which kick starts the reasoning in the twins minds; Matt, as Bryce, was the cute little girl they promised themselves to all those years ago. They manage to locate the bomb and disarm it.

Later, after the party, and Bryce mourns the lost chance of getting her revenge by warning Selina who must have found the bomb and disabled it out of loyalty to Tabitha, she meets up with Lucius at a cave just outside Gotham, unaware that the Horribles and Selina have followed her. They watch as Bryce, Lucius, and Lee all argue about just how far Bryce is willing to go in her revenge. Yeah, Lee wants to put Sofia in the ground, but she wants to be alive to enjoy it. Bryce responds that she has spent the last eleven years of her life training for this chance; learning sword and pistol, becoming ambidextrous so no one would even think to link left-handed Bat with right-handed Malone, learning to deepen her voice and more masculine habits so no one would suspect a thing. She hasn't gone through all that just to see Galavan get away with his crimes; she's going to kill him (remember, Bryce was raised by Matches, El Diablo, and Jonah Hex, not Alfred; she doesn’t quite have the same problem with killing as she normally would). Selina, Bridgit, Ivy, and Ecco all manage to get back to the city before Bryce and lay a trap in her room. When Matthew arrives, he and Selina talk for a few minutes before she deliberately calls him Bryce, and asks how she could not tell her that she was alive. Bryce goes for one of her smoke bombs to get out fast, but the others manage to ambush her, tie her up, and manage to knock her out before giving her to Jerome, Jeremiah, Jervis, Jonathan, and Victor so they can... interrogate her. ;)

They take her back to their private place where Jeremiah examines her arm and, sure enough, there's their old brand right where they left it when Thomas Wayne tried to stop them. He and the others, who are in a relationship, talk to her and find out her plan to kill Galavan, which they wouldn't mind as Galavan is a chicken-heart, no lip, slimy worm, but they also like Bryce so they don't want her to enact her suicide mission. To keep her from escaping, they tire her out with sex (cheesy, I know, but she is an escape artist and a very determined woman; they have to keep her energy low while they come up with a plan that doesn’t involve her dying). Bryce has had sex before, both as a woman and as a man (she has a strap-on, OK?), but it was always painful as her partners cared more for their pleasure than hers, which didn’t bother her as sex was just a tool to get close or a means of getting information. But the guys are all tender with her and make sure she enjoys it and she doesn’t know how to block this out like she does pain. Particularly with Jonathan as the little sweetie has never been with a woman before so the others guide him on what feels good for a woman; she’s embarrassed when he actually makes her squirt. But when she hears word that Galavan and Sofia have captured Lee and Lucius, she knocks them out with one of Jonathan's gas bombs, and goes to turn herself in. Galavan tortures her and Sofia goes to kill Lee, only for the Horribles, Oswald, Ed, Zsasz, and undercover lackey Joe Chill, who in reality is Marshal James Gordon to come charging in to save the day. During a scuffle, a lamp is knocked over, Sofia is killed by Barbara who wants Lee to be in a threesome with her and Tabitha (Lee: Hey, I’ll try anything once), and Galavan's house is set on fire. Bryce takes after Galavan, determined to see this end as it began. Victor can't follow because of all the flames and Jonathan's suit is hardly fireproof, so it's up to the other three. They see Galavan and Bryce fighting, but Galavan is about to get the upper hand and kill her when he's shot from behind; it's Alfred with a shotgun.

Alfred: Consider that my resignation from your service... Bloody Bastard.

It's not easy but they all manage to get out and Bryce will be laid up for a while, but she's done what she set out to do. Too bad she doesn't know what to do now that's gotten her revenge.

Bryce is in a room owned by the Sirens, surrounded by her friends just after the fire: Well, I should be up and around in about a week or two, then I’ll find a new city to go to and-

Ivy: Wait, you’re leaving?!

Male Horribles who have been waiting outside the room for the OK to come in but have been listening at the door: LEAVING?!

Bridgit sighs as she stands, rolls her eyes, walks to the door, opens it, and the male Horribles, excluding Victor as he naturally has more sense, all come tumbling into the room: Behold, Bryce; you’re idiots.

#Another choice #somebody stop me #gotham #poll #cowboy

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remmyswritings · 4 years

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IM BACK!!!!!here comes my occasional reviews of Hogwarts stuff

Cedric: he isnt deadric yet so. Hes still lovely as he always is, hes a prime example of a hufflepunk. I cried when he was doing the dragon challenge 9/10 -1 because hes gonna die 😔 I didnt want to change too much of everything and I already made fred not die

Theodore: he is a TREE. Man is 5'10/6'0, like when hes sitting down he dosent look too tall, like maybe a easy 5'6 but then he stands in all his glory and he towers over me and stuff. Gave him more chocolate frogs and he became happier the more I did. He noticed me crying after the challenge and he gave me some head pats, we've been friends(?) For a month now atleast. Though it's mostly a silent staying together and hanging out at lunch sometimes, but hes being warming up!! 10/10

Blaise: I've become his friend!!! Helps me with homework alot, mostly for potions because I suck but hey! Hes nice!! 8/10 (hes also a tree, an inch taller than theo atleast!!! He hangs out with theo alot too, I've seen them together at hogsmeade, but its mostly blaise and him looking at seperate sections of the area and meeting up again later lmao)

Pansy: First, she said my nice green jacket with yellow stripes wasnt nice so yes I did get offended 😔 shes a little mean but she dosent pay me alot of mind and I also know she does it because she dosent know how to hand emotions (tm) 5/10 SHES ALSO TALL??? 5'7????? EVERYONE IS TALL-

Snape: 😤 hes mean to hufflepuff as a whole but I dont want detention again so I cant sucker punch him in the face like I want to 3/10

The place I left off is: Right after the dragon tournament!!! Progress with theo is going quite well, and I've been raising friends "stats" hugely! Since theo is based on your fanfics of him,I reread them once I get back to my CR so I can really pin him down. Your writings fantastic in general so I dont mind rereading them again ^^ and yes, I do look at my dr like a dating sim.

Omg boo!! I’ve been waiting for you to come back with this update... and as expected I’d be an absolute midget if I were standing next to Theo and/or Blaise... honestly I’d be a midget if I were next to anyone cause I’m 4’11

And thank you so much boo 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’m happy that my writing helps you when you shift, and this is like the first time I hear this so it’s like a huge thing for me so thank you really 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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rui31 · 5 years

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Alpha Stiles Part 3

An update because @superfamilylove reminded me I was writing this before my masters killed my writing inspo.

I’ll try to finish this as I actually really enjoy it. Just a note; I never watched Teen Wolf passed Allison dying because FUCK THAT NOISE. So I cannot reference any of what happened afterward cuz I have no idea and I don’t know any of the character, ie Ethan and Theo?, so don’t expect them in here.

ONWARDS INTO MY BOYLOVE MADNESS

Derek spends the rest of the day in relative peace, he wanders the town until he finds the local garage. He gets hired on the spot by some harried looking kid, rambling that the regular mechanic was on mat leave and the cars we’re starting to pile up and he didn’t know shit about engines and brake mechanics and....

“What the hell even is this thing?” he asks, flailing a piece of machinery between the two of them

“The transmission,” Derek answers hesitantly, not sure if this kid is seriously like this or pulling his leg.

“Not to mention Jackson had to bring in his car for an oil change and OFCOURSE it’s the newest Ferrari, because his father bought it for him as a graduation gift. Not saying I’m jealous, but dude...” the guy ends with some gurgling noises and flops back on the desk chair, banging his head on the table softly. “Ryma will serve me my ass if I lose him as a client.”

“I can work today if you need,” Derek offers, slightly off kilter by how the guy is acting.

“You serious?” he demands. “oh my god that’s great, super great. Dan should be coming in any time now, but Dan is old and he forgets things. He’s reliable and knows a shit ton of stuff, but I would not have him near my car.”

“So.... should I get started?” Derek asks instead of trying to discern what this kid, who’s obviously on some sort of drug, is saying.

“Yeah, sure. Let me show you around. Names Louis by the way,” and the guy, Louis, is grabbing some keys off the wall and opening the back door.

He works on that kids, Jackson?, car first. He’s half impressed with the car also but still feels like it could never match up to his Camaro. Dan comes in around the same time he’s done, giving him a nod and walking over to another car. They don’t really speak as they work, Dan turns on the little radio and plays some old blues music, the melodies smoothing over the jarring sounds of the electric drills and sander.

Derek turns to work on a hunkered old jeep that’s painted an obnoxious lime green next. He’s changing out the old brakes when Louis drops off some Chinese for him and Dan. The guy chats him up a bit, gushing about his girlfriend and complaining about the office work still left for him to do.

He cleans up after the three of them, picking up the white delivery boxes and chopsticks. Derek is grateful for the food and the companionship, though he probably didn’t show it what with his face in a half frown as he fought with the jeeps old screws.

Derek is shooed out of the garage at 8, Louis fixing up his shaggy brown hair behind his ears and his cheeks a dusty pink from excitement is rambling with nerves about his hot date. Dan pats the both of them firmly on the shoulder after lighting up a cigarette. He sets off on a slow pace into the dark and Derek doesn’t comment on the fact he hadn’t heard the man speak all day. He goes back to his own car after seeing Louis slide into a car with a curly haired girl with glasses.

He’s back at the motel room, exhausted and fully dressed, staring at his bed and, instead of falling into it and sleeping like a normal person, he’s fighting with the anxiety that’s kicking in. Panic seeps into him and he sits on the chair in the corner of the room, cradling his forehead in his hands as he takes deep and even breaths. Meeting the alpha and getting the job still hadn’t erased the feeling of dread and engulfing loneliness. His instincts are screaming at him to stay awake, stay on guard, knowing hunters are nearby and being without his pack.

He falls into some sort of meditation, keeping his eyes closed, he lets everything fall back to hear and smell, letting the rest of his mind rest. He comes to when there’s a knock at his door, he’s half jolting in panic when he realizes its Stiles and, by the time he opens the door, he’s back in control.

“Yooo, so I came to see you. Heard you got a job at Ryma’s place,” he grins at Derek. “You look like shit man. Did you sleep?”

“No,” Derek answers, his voice hoarse and dry. He swallows thickly and turns back into the room, keeping the door open so Stiles can follow him in.

“You staying here?” he asks incredulously, sitting up on the coffee table.

Derek grunts his response as he wanders over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He walks back into the room, wiping his mouth with the small hand towel and Stiles is squinting around the room and back at Derek. He feels his heart race for a second but chalks it off to the lack of sleep before walking over to his luggage and pulling out a spare shirt.

There’s a shift in the room and Derek looks over his bare shoulder at Stiles, who’s twitching on the table and coughing.

“Nice tattoo,” he says to fill the silence. “What is it?”

“A triskelion,” Derek answers.

“Cool, how did you keep it there? I mean, Scott wanted to get one a couple of years ago but it faded/healed in like a day,” Stiles rambles and Derek cocks his head at him.

“You need to use fire.”

“Fire great so?”

“A blowtorch in my case and very steady hands,” Derek smirks and Stiles sighs.

“Ofcourse,” there’s silence as Derek throws his dirty laundry in the growing pile.

“Sooo....” Stiles fills in, jumping off all fluid and he’s suddenly in Derek’s space. “I know I said you’d have to speak to Scott and all, but he’s not going to be back for another couple of months. And you can’t keep living here. I’m pretty sure we exorcised a ghost at this place in highschool.”

“I’m going to find a place,” Derek tells him, his eyebrows scrunching down in confusion.

“And also are you sure you’re related to Peter because that guy was crazy and you’re...”

“Not?” Derek offers.

“Broody and you have that whole tall, dark and mysterious thing going for you,” Stiles says instead.

“I can rip your throat out with my teeth,” Derek replies, looking at Stiles sideways and the alpha breaks out into chuckles.

“Come on, you’ve met the ladies. I have some of the guys meeting us for breakfast. You don’t have work yet right?” he asks and Derek shrugs, grabbing his jacket and his wallet as they leave the room.

“Cool because Isaac has been hounding me with questions and Boyd has just been staring at me all amused and I just can’t handle them anymore.”

“It’s been a day since I got here,” Derek says and Stiles groans.

“I know right? But Scott knows how to deal with Isaac and I’m just floundering around with him,” he sighs and Derek stops his hand as it wanders over to pat him on the shoulder.

They walk into the same diner and the waitress, Tara he remembered, is walking towards him with a warm hello honey and a smile that Derek matches without even thinking about it. She guides them over to a booth when he says others will be joining them and looks over at Stiles when the guy doesn’t say anything.

“You smiled,” he says at last and Derek barely looks up from where he’s flipping through the menu.

“I do that sometimes yes,” and he’s trying not to think about how tired he feels right now, how warm and safe in the presence of this kid, that the words on the menu are blurring together.

He sighs heavily and looks up at Stiles when the guy remains quiet.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks and Derek smiles weakly, or tries anyways, he doesn’t know if his lips quirk up or not.

“Just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well,’ he responds.

“Why?” Stiles inquires. “I mean, I know what happened with the fire. Peter told us everything and it was basically why most of us got turned but...he killed Kate right and...”

“I’m an omega,” Derek explains, sipping his coffee when Tara brings their drinks without even asking. “Which means I don’t have the comfort of a pack as you do. You feel their presence so you know you’re safe because they’re close enough to be there if you’re in trouble. The last time I was here, my house had just burned down killing my parents and a couple of my cousins. My uncle ordered my sisters and I to leave, basically kicking us out of the pack. The place was swarming with hunters and wannabe hunters itching to put a bullet in our skulls at any sign of aggression. We barely made it out here in one piece and being back here after all this time,” Derek sighs again, grasping the cup tighter so the heat of the coffee could burn into his palms, the pain helping him focus as his eyes glow in the already bright room. “Everything has changed and yet, some things are the same. This place, the vet, it’s like there are two realities fighting in my head right now. The one I’m in and the one I left behind. The lack of sleep isn’t really helping either.”

“I can tell, those were a lot of words for guy who barely spoke the day before and dashed out of my presence,” Stiles says and Derek grins up tiredly.

“Yo Stiles,” a guy says, standing at the table. “Did you order yet?”

“Nah, Isaac this is Derek. Derek Isaac.” Stiles introduces and then there’s another guy slipping into the booth next to Derek. “That’s Boyd.”

He nods to both and he’s suddenly more awake than before, Isaac and Stiles are arguing about breakfast foods and Boyd is silently texting on his phone, sometimes eyeing Derek sideways.

“Erica says hi,” he says suddenly and Derek fumbles out a greeting when Tara is back, taking their orders in stride and waltzing away.

“So Kira was right, he’s not like Peter at all,” Isaac says when she’s out of earshot. “I mean he doesn’t even have the crazy eyes, he just looks sad.”

“Isaac,” Stiles groans.

“No but seriously, I mean Chris said not to judge but Peter was a psychopath,” he continues undeterred. “Just wondering if it was hereditary.”

“Chris?” Derek asks and Stiles reaches over to grab Isaac, but the guy either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“Yeah, Argent?” he replies, shrugging off Stiles’ hand. “Allison’s father.”

“His girlfriend,” Boyd supplies helpfully, barely looking up from his phone.

“I’m going to kill you all,” Stiles growls, turning to look at Derek worryingly as his face shuts down.

“I knew they were still here,” Derek says and Stiles smiles tightly.

“They’re not Kate,” he supplies but Derek wants out, wants to leave because everything in him is screaming and he’s barely keeping it together.

Boyd’s hand on his shoulder is a shock, Stiles, reaching over the table, holding unto his wrists right above where he’s clenching his hands, they’re both solid presences that give him something to center himself but he’s still shaken.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Stiles says and Boyd grunts in agreement.

“Why are we promising this?” Isaac asks, leaning back on the booth with his arms crossed. “Peter turned most of us, he tried to kill ALL of us, we don’t owe his nephew anything.”

“We owe him common decency,” Stiles snaps back and his eyes flash a quick red. “No one should be judged by what their families have done, you should know that best of all Isaac.”

There’s silence and the curly haired boy frowns; the food comes at that point, breaking the silence temporarily. Tara frowns at Derek and asks if he’s alright, she doesn’t seem pleased with his quick shrug and walks away, glaring back over her shoulder at the other boys.

“Stiles mentioned you’re staying at that dingy motel,” Boyd says around a mouthful of waffles.

Derek, focusing on his plate of eggs, grunts in response.

“I know a place, it’s not too expensive and it’s got some personality if you’re into that kind of thing,” Boyd continues and Derek stares at him sideways, still poking at the eggs.

“Eat Derek,” Stiles commands and he barely has it in him to snap back, so instead he shoves a forkful of runny eggs unto a piece of toast and then his mouth.

“Oh you mean the place Danny had that rave once?” Isaac comments, pouring a hefty amount of syrup on his pancakes.

Stiles sighs again and turns a pleading look to Boyd.

“Yeah, it was nice,” he says instead.

“Well it held our whole grade plus most of our upper class men,” Isaac adds.

“Look can we not have the selling point of that place being that we went there for a rave like 8 years ago?” Stiles pleads.

“We can bring you there when we’re done,” Boyd supplies and Derek nods in agreement, mostly because if that place could hold a rave then it could definitely hold himself & his sisters comfortably.

Turns out the place, when it’s not packing, is a pretty low-key apartment with an almost industrial style with its spirally metal staircase and brick walls. Derek likes it, likes the tall windows and the high ceilings, and when it turns out to cost less that his dingy apartment in New York, he doesn’t stop himself from signing the lease. His landlord is almost crying in gratitude when Derek hands him the cheque.

The guys help him pack up his meager possessions and drop them off, but Derek has work and he’s almost grateful to leave the presence of the three guys. Not because any of them are being particularly strenuous in their interactions with him, but because he can’t handle being around people anymore.

When he gets back home that night, he phones his sisters to tell them he got a place and tries his best to describe it as best as possible when he can’t send over some pictures. Laura sounds concerned and Cora wants him out when she finds out the Argents are still there. The three stay on the phone for a while and Derek tries his best to console the two through the distance.

The place is barren and he’s left to curl up against a wall, facing the doorway, and his phone cradled in his hands. The place smells of the guys, of Stiles and Derek doesn’t know if it’s because of that, but he nods off.

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sabine-leo · 5 years

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Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Mysterious encounter

Wordcount: 2373

Part: 1 / ? (aprox 3)

Note: I´d love to know what you think! Comments are soulfood!

Summary: A mysterious masquerade ball calls for a enthralling encounter with a handsome stranger.

At first, he´d thought that this would be a terrible idea. But now, almost 2 hours after arriving he felt that he had relaxed completely and enjoyed the new experience. Looking around it seemed almost like a filmset of sorts. Just without the cameras that normally faced him. This venue held a special vibe tonight. The darkly, mystically lit ballroom with the old brick walls, it´s few round tables with the big candleholders on top and the luminescent high ceiling oozed of a feeling of mystery. Adding to that was, that every male and female attendant wore a tuxedo or a very British cutaway-coat, a ballgown AND a masquerade mask to hide part of or the whole face.

This mask was not to be taken off for the whole night in front of the other sex. In the back of the venue was a restroom for the lads and one for the ladies. This was the only space where revealing yourself was allowed. Tom stood at a high table with 2 of his old friends from Drama school. They had persuaded him to join them. “I´d never thought that this would work.” He said to Theo and grinned. “Told you nobody would be the wiser who you are. Your longer hair, the dark mask and the dimly lit room do wonders for a celebrity like yourself!” Theo liked to tease Tom, but all in good sport. They had been close friends for years now and he knew that Tom worked not to be famous, he knew that he truly loved the art of acting and shaping a character to become a new person for a while.

Tom smiled and tipped the side of his mask. “Thank you for making me come here. I quite enjoy it!” Theo bowed and tilted his head in acknowledgement. “Any time my friend. You really don´t have to hide in the corner. Enjoy, play the enigmatic gentleman tonight. Maybe dance with a mysterious woman…” Tom chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “For now, I am good where I am, but don´t let me keep you at this table.” Theo laughed. “We do look sharp tonight; it would be a waste if I´d not take advantage of that!”

Theo was right. The 3-piece suit with a cutaway-coat did look rather good on them. Tom had chosen an elegant dark grey vest and bowtie to wear above his well-tailored dress-shirt and black cutaway-coat. The mask on his face was also black with elegant grey swirls and hid his eyes completely. The left side also covered his cheek almost down to his mouth. You really could not tell who he was and he enjoyed the anonymity, the mystery of this night. His gaze wandered through the venue as he took another sip of his drink and stopped in his movement for a second. He had seen some beautiful gowns tonight, but the women wearing them either looked lost or too self-possessed for his liking.

Toms gaze lingered on a delicate piece of art covering a half bared back with black, floral, cut out lace, that swirled down both shoulder blades. His eyes travelled down the bared skin, back onto the waist hugging fabric that clung to a feminine, curvaceous body and flared out to an elegant skirt that JUST touched the ground.

“Turn around.” He said under his breath. “Huh?” Theo asked and looked at Tom. Without taking his burning gaze off the mysterious woman Tom answered. “Nothing. Talked to myself!” Theo shrugged but tried to follow Toms gaze. Toms eyes lingered, but fait was kind to him it seemed. Slowly and elegantly she turned. Her hair was (your hair-colour) and smartly half up with lose strands that playfully swayed when she moved. Damn, but he would have liked to see the face. The elegant dark mask hid her eyes and part of her nose and had small dark green feathers on one side.

Tom took in a sharp breath as he noticed that the skirt was asymmetrical and shorter in the front. Barely covering her knees and exposing her legs down to her black heels. His index finger went into his collar and tugged once to let some air in, it clearly had gotten hotter inside here.

She was beautiful, the longer he watched her, the more she intrigued him. But it wasn´t only the beautiful appearance that intrigued him. The way she held herself. The way she smiled at her friends and interacted with them. She had an aura around her that was even more stunning than her looks.

“Tom?.....Thomas!....EARTH to Tom!” Theo chuckled as Tom had to blink and shake his head before he could turn to him and look at him quizzically. “Was there a movie playing in your head or did you zone out on me? OR have you seen anything, ANYONE interesting that had you captivated that way?”

Tom grinned lopsided and shrugged. “Yes, all of it!” He sat down his glass and tried to concentrate on his friend without letting his eyes leading him astray and back to her. Theo laughingly shook his head and rolled his eyes under his mask. “I was just asking you if you´d be ok on your own for a moment. Samuel went out to smoke and I would like to approach the lady in the cute red dress over there!”

Tom held up a hand and nodded. “Of course. Go ahead! I am fine on my own.” He smiled at his friend and could not help himself. He had to take a quick glance to her…YOU. Theo snorted. “Yeah, I can see that. You probably won´t even notice when Sam gets back!” “I beg your pardon?” Tom asked because he had not heard the whole sentence. Theo laughed out loud. “You might want to do more than just stare! Tonight it´s just Thomas, no actor, no celebrity. Just you.” He winked and left.

Tom pondered about Theo´s last words for a moment. What if he got found out? What if he could not be JUST Tom? No, he would not ruin this night with overthinking something he could not change anyhow. Either he could be just himself or he could not. However fate decided to swing this night, he would be able to handle both. There was only one problem he needed to address now. He needed to know if you were without a male companion and how he could get your attention.

Casually walking to the bar and leaning against it for a moment he ordered a new drink and watched you for a while. Your laugh was captivating. Even through the mask he could see your eyes sparkle with joy and fun as you talked to the 2 women and 1 man surrounding you. The lad leaned in and kissed the woman next to you. Good, so he was with her Tom thought. He tilted his head and smiled to himself.

Your gaze wandered off from your friends and you looked to the bar. A tall, lean man lifted his glass in a way of greeting and smiled softly your way. You couldn´t help but smile back before you got distracted by Emma asking you something. Still you felt his gaze linger on you. You turned a bit sideways to have him in your peripheral vision. You answered Emma´s question and nodded as Kate and her husband went onto the dancefloor. “I will get us something to drink!” Emma said but you stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Please, let me.” Emma shrugged and went to sit down at your designated table. Biting your lip, you went to the bar, choosing the open spot next to the man that greeted you with that lovely smile. No, coming closer you confirmed your first thought. You did not know this handsome stranger. Touching the bar next to him you smiled a little in his direction before you ordered 2 drinks.

Tom had watched you coming closer. He grinned a little as you squeezed yourself in the small open space next to him. He could smell your perfume and he liked the fragrance. His gaze slowly graced down your graceful neckline to your shoulders and back up again. Stunning, he thought, but your turning head and the shy smile you bestowed on him made him wonder.

“Did I say that aloud?” He chuckled as you nodded. “Well, I am sorry for being so forward. But it is the truth! You do look stunningly beautiful!” Tom tilted his head again and watched your reaction. The blush that reddened your cheeks was lovely. “You do look rather dashing yourself!” You answered and got another chuckle out of him. Tom stood up straight and straightened his frac with a smile. “Your drinks madame!” The bartender interrupted. You took the glasses and smiled at Tom again before you went back to Emma.

Handing her her drink you sat down. “Did you just flirt with that stranger over there?!” Emma grinned and took a glance back to Tom. “He complimented me, I complimented him. Is that flirting?”

You answered and Emma laughed. “It´s a start!! And he still is looking your way…”

Before you could help it, your head turned to him. Tom bowed a little and grinned before you turned back around to Emma again. “Well, we are off to an interesting night for sure!” She said and took a sip of her drink.

Tom could not tear his gaze away it seemed. You had not brushed off his compliment. No, you had complimented him too. “Ah, there you are! Where is Theo?” Samuel asked and got Tom out of his reliving the past 50 seconds with you. “He found a lady in red!” Tom laughed and clinked glasses with Sam. “Ah yes, I see. And you? Whom are you watching with an intensity that cuts diamonds?”

Tom chuckled. “A lady in black and green. I accidently thought loudly as she stood next to me.”

“PG13 I hope…” Sam laughed and Tom rolled his eyes but grinned. “For now…” Sam hooted and padded Toms shoulder. “That´s the spirit!”

After some minutes Emma tugged you up and towards the dancefloor. Your drinks were empty and the music was rhythmic and fun. Some Oldies were played and you and Emma had a good laugh while you danced and sang along to some tunes while moving your bodies. You loved to dance and you were a decent dancer too. Your dress adding to the soft sway of your hips and making it look like one fluid motion. Closing your eyes, you smiled and lifted your arms to twirl in a small circle and sending your skirt flying a bit. Emma laughed and without a care in the world who watched her, made one of her funny dance moves. You threw your head back laughing and joined in.

Tom was enthralled. Watching you dance was even better than watching you laugh and talk to your friends. You sure knew your body and how to move it, but what he liked most was, that you had seemingly a lot of fun. You didn´t dance to show off, you danced because you clearly loved it. Like he had thought before: You carried yourself on your own terms and you weren´t afraid to laugh or mimic the funny dance your friend was doing. Tom chuckled and Sam followed suit.

“Finally, someone who isn´t as stiff as a broomstick or is afraid to have some fun!” Tom nodded in agreement and turned to the bar as he saw you and Emma walking back to the table. He ordered the drink you had chosen before and one for himself. With both drinks in hand he said.

“Excuse me for a little while!” Sam chuckled as Tom walked over to his lady in black.

Sitting down you looked up at Emma who just grinned and looked over your shoulder before saying. “I think I need to freshen up and get some air.” Confused, you wanted to stand up but she leaned forward. “You stay…and flirt!” Winking she greeted Tom with a nod and left.

Tom softly cleared his throat and smiled as you turned to look at him.

He held out the drink for you. “Allow me.” And eyed the empty chair next to you. “May I?”

“Oh. Thank you!” You took the drink. “Of course, please!” You smiled and watched Tom take a seat.

His long legs brushing yours lightly as he angled himself to give you his full attention.

“Cheers!” He held up his glass and you clinked yours lightly against his “Cheers!”

Tom looked into your eyes through his mask as he sipped his drink, leaning back against his chair.

” I can´t seem to take my eyes off of you.” The anonymity made him bolder, but he really meant what he said. Setting down your drink you blushed a little and smiled. “Another compliment?” You asked laughing softly. “If I have it my way, it wasn´t the last tonight.” Tom smiled a big, sexy smile and gave you an oh so slow once over. A bubbly little laugh escaped you out of sheer, sensual tension that his voice and his stare ignited in you in mere seconds it seemed. Goosebumps let the little hairs on your arms rise as he chuckled low. Tom leaned a little forward, tilted his head and let his index finger grace your all to traitorous skin down your arm. Your eyes met and neither of you looked away as softly, Toms warm hand wrapped around your wrist and his index finger continued to draw circles on your skin. A smile spread on his face as you still held his gaze and slowly turned your hand under his to mimic his movement on the inside of his arm. The only difference was, that you were not able to touch his skin like he touched yours. Nonetheless did he feel your touch burning through the fabric that he wished gone just now. Tom tightened his grip a little and leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“Would you reveal your name? Or should I just start to call you Darling?”

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voidszoro · 5 years

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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 3

I'm taking my normal morning jog in the woods, something I haven't done in weeks because of the ghost riders. The air is cool and feels wonderful on my newly sweaty skin. The branches on the trees sway gently in the wind, leaves occasionally swirling to the ground. A beautiful fall morning. I smile. I slow my pace to a fast walk instead of a jog, catching my breath. For breakfast this morning I had some chocolate chip muffins I made the night before. The chocolate taste still lingers in my mouth, making me hungry for more.

Behind me, I hear a twig snap. I immediately turn to the noise, seeing a tall man in a hat. I couldn't see his features, because the sun hadn't fully come up. His hand rested on his hip, like there was something there.

"What do you want." I slowly ask to the figure. I know exactly who he is.

"Failure." Behind him comes three dread doctors, who I could now see in result of the quickly rising sun. I could also see the face of the ghost rider. The doctors seemed to materlize out of the rider. More and more stepped out from behind the ghost rider and three dread doctors turned into hundreds. I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I've never run faster in my life.

"Uby. Ruby. RUBY!" A familiar voice rang in my head as I ran faster and faster, the doctors right behing me. Then, I realized I wasn't moving. I was running in place.

"RUBY!"

I snapped awake, screaming bloody murder. I felt hands on my arms but they weren't the dread doctors or the ghost rider.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. Ruby, you're okay. Breathe." I look to my right hearing the familiar voice again. Theo is kneeling on the floor next to my bed. I slow my breathing to a normal pace.

"How did you know?" I ask.

He replies, "I heard your heartbeat. It woke me up from my beauty sleep."

"Beauty sleep?"

"Yeah," he says. "You aren't the only one who cares about how they look." And with that, typical Theo Raeken is back. I turn to look at my wooden nightstand to the right of my bed. The digital clock flashes twelve o'clock. The power must've gone out considering the sun shining through my transparent white curtains.

"What time is it?" I rub my eyes, removing the crust and leftover mascara. I forgot to take off my makeup. I probably look like a shipwreck.

Theo grabs my phone on my dresser, clicks it on, and reads out the time on the lock screen. He smiles. Probably a result of the lock screen picture, Stiles and I sitting on a dock next to Lydia's lake house.

"8:45." Good, my dad already left for work. School is supposed to start in three weeks, so I've been sleeping in. No morning jogs. Now I really won't be able to go on a jog. That dream shook me up.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Theo asks.

"Not until one. Lydia and I are picking up Stiles and going to Applebee's."

"Applebee's? Of all places, Stiles chose Applebee's for his 18th birthday?" I guess he read the note I must've dropped in the hallway. I don't see it on my dresser.

"Well, he hasn't really experienced a fancy lunch or dinner except Applebee's. If you couldn't tell by my house, my family's not the richest." I take my phone out of his hands. "Anyways, since I'm not busey this morning, do you want to do something?" Why did I just ask that? I'm not even supposed to have him in my spare room. Why did my brain think it would be okay to ask him to do something with me?

"We could go to the lake." He stands up and walks past my closet on the opposite wall of my bed. He stops at my dresser. Looking through the dresser.

"What the hell are you doing?" He doesn't reply. When he finds what he is looking for, he pulls out my favourite bathing suit. A plain, red, high-waisted one-piece.

"Put it on," he says, throwing it to me. I catch it while my eyes stay glued to his.

"What gives you the righ-"

He cuts me off. "Let's go to the lake." I roll my eyes eternally. I think for a few minutes, looking at Theo, then the swim suit, then Theo again.

"Fine." I grunt. "But we have to be back by ten so I can pack an extra outfit for the party."

"Party?" He asks, intrigued. No no no.

"Yes, and you are most definitely not invited." He frowns.

"Why not princess?" I stand up from my bed and I walk over to my closet.

"Scott's gonna be there. Also it's my brother's birthday, and I'm not letting you ruin it." I grab a long, baggy shirt from one of my hangers and walk out of my room.

After changing into my bathing suit and putting on the shirt and some shorts that I found on the bathroom floor, I walk out of the bathroom. Theo makes me jump a little by standing right in front of the door.

"Can we also stop by and get my truck from the tow yard?" I walk downstairs as he follows. I shouldn't of let him stay the night. Now he thinks he can do whatever he wants.

"No. I'm not letting you drive and I'm not paying the tow man an unreasonable amout of cash to get your piece of crap truck out." I can practically smell his dissatisfaction. "Sorry, but I'm doing enough for you already."

He mumbles something that I shouldn't be able to hear without my supernatural hearing.

"My truck isn't crap."

When I start the car I realize Theo isn't wearing swim trunks. As if he could hear inside my mind, he says, "My trunks are in my truck b-t-w." I grunt. Here's a challenge, take a shot evertime Theo makes me mad. There's your one way trip to alcohol poisoning.

I turn off the car and turn to Theo.

"If you move even an inch, I will slit your troat and take it OUT of your body." I smile sarcastically. "Okay?" The preppy-ness in my voice seems to annoy him. "Be right back." And with that I grab a pair of old swim trunks from Stiles' drawer.

Why am I doing this?

Yo yo yooo. Okay hi. Did you like the 3rd chapter. It was kinda kyute in my opinion. Still not getting a lot of reads but thats okay. As long as I make one person smile. Anyways I'm proud of this chapter. I wrote it in under 30 mins with little errors. Sorry if I didn't catch some mistakes, I'm working on getting better. I edited it more in Tumblr so my wonderful Tumblr readers get some extra oomf. Xoxo -em

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justimagaine · 6 years

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Jesse Williams

It had been a month since you and Jesse finished filming your new movie, so it meant you had to start promoting it. You already did a great job with promoting the movie while filming, but managed to not give out any spoilers. You and the other cast would post videos and photos from the set. They all were positive: smiles, laughs and amazing jokes, some that are still inside jokes to you all. All of you were in luck to have an amazing cast, the people you worked with were so great together, there was no drama. Not any fake on on social media. There was nothing they could write, becasue everyone knew you all were a cast made in heaven and sent down to amazing everyone. The movies was even better and thanks to all the amazing promoting you had done before people couldn’t wait to see the movie.

In the movie Jesse was playing your best friend and the boyfriend was played by a new upcoming actor, who wasn’t well known, but everyone on set knew that after this movie his name would be known everywhere. Some promotional interviews and appearance you did on your own but some you were lucky to do with Jesse and sometimes with more cast mates. As it got closer to the movie premier there were more and more interviews, alone and with other people. It was fun to go on shows you’ve watched, meeting new people was even more amazing. Everyday was like a new adventure and there wasn’t a bad moment in them.

You, Jesse and Theo (the new actor) were doing an interview on The Chew. You loved that show, because there was cooking on it and you loved to cook and eat food in general. Every talk show did their best to get out information about the movie that no other show could. Getting the information depended on what kind of questions they would ask. Every question that could possibly lead to spoiler you didn’t answer. There were personal questions they loved to ask, those were actually the most popular ones. Sometimes you answer but sometimes you kept your lips closed and avoided the real answer, with a polite one that pretty much said nothing.

“This is awesome” Jesse said to you while cutting up some vegetables, you smiled at him and nodded “It already smells better then the time Steve tried cooking and we’re just cutting ingredients” you laughed out loud remembering the time, time that only people in cast knew.

“You know it actually looks like you both are real best friends” said the interviewer watching how you both smiled at each other.

“We are, thanks to this movie” you finished cutting and smiled at the interviewer. You knew if you would look at Jesse you’d start giggling and possibly give away more information then needed.

“That’s why I’m so happy I didn’t turn down the movie” Jesse added making everyone let out aws. You really hoped you were all red hearing him say that.

“That’s so sweet.” the interviewer added not being able to look away from you both, so you both tried to be cool and not spill any details, that shouldn’t be spilled. “So, we asked people on Twitter to submit some questions and the most asked question was for Y/N.” that made you nerves. The interviewers look made you even more nervous. You didn’t look to his side, but you could feel Jesse getting a little bit closer.

“Okay, let me have it” you said trying to get this over with and get to the food, that really smelled amazing.

“The most popular question was Y/N are you single? and there an added question from a guy named James, if you are would you like to go on a date with him?” it all was a lot, surprising and made unsure what to say or do. You kept a smile on your lips, kept saying amm and hmm. You looked back at Jesse who had a smirk on his lips. And a question of his own in his eyes. It was clear to you Jesse was asking well what are you going to say. You hated being in the position and hated Jesse for that smirk on his lips

“That’s really sweet and weird how people really need to know my relationship status.” while fidgeting with a towel you tried to come up with the best answer and realized the truth was the best, maybe not the full but still the truth. “and I do have someone.” there were people who gasped and then everyone clapped, you had no idea who to respond to that “it sound like you guys were surprised I’d have someone, you’re not the only ones. I was surprised to get him too” everyone including Jesse laughed . He leaned his head down and chuckled to himself.

“Looks like your really happy to be with him. That makes us happy, James might be sad but we’re happy. Jesse have you met him?” the interviewer surprised Jesse, he lifted his head up and smiled looking at the audience.

“Yes I have” he said proudly. “He’s an amazing guy, great sense of humor, just a joy to be around” Jesse stood tall answering and smiling bright. He knew what he had done and said, so he was very proud to have started this movement of finding out who is your new man.

“He truly sounds an amazing person. Now that we have found out the most wanted answer, let’s finish this food” that was something you liked to hear. You didn’t want more attention then necessary. While cooking you and Jesse would give each other looks and smiles, you still couldn’t believe he had said all of those things, but you also thought it was sweet.

Soon the interview ended and you all were walking back stage, in silence. All that was heard were footsteps and show workers talking with each other, but there was a silence between you and Jesse. Some might even think you and Jesse didn’t really know each other and weren’t even really friends, but that was the case. Finally Jesse and you got to the dressing room you two shared, when the door closed a few more seconds you said nothing to each other.

“I can’t believe you said all that” you broke the silence, with Jesses laugh followed after.

“What? It’s all true. Your boyfriend is really amazing, he’s also very handsome, oh and he tells the best jokes, he’s got a great sense of humor” Jesse once again was very proud about what he was saying. He straightened his back while slowly walking towards you.

“Yeah, but don’t you think it’s a bit narcissistic? I mean you are talking about yourself” you lowered your voice for the last part of the statement, not wanting other people who shouldn’t know, hear you and Jesse.

“But it’s true. It’s not narcissistic when I’m telling the truth” Jesse was now very close to you and slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. “You were the one who reviled that you had a boyfriend”

“I know I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I reacted to the question badly so if I would have said no everyone would know it’s not true” you really felt bad for telling them that. You placed your hands on his chest and lowered your head, feeling bad.

“It’s okay Y/N. People were going to find out anyways. They still don’t know it’s me. Speaking of that” your head shoot up, he chuckled and caressed your cheek with his hand “I think we should be the ones to tell the world. We both don’t want the world to find out from some crappy news station” you nodded in agreement, every time you looked in his beautiful eyes you had trouble speaking, your knees also were slightly going week. “So what do you say if we keep a really low profile but right before the movie we revile the truth. If we do it know it might make all the interviews be about us and I don’t want that” Jesse smiled at you as you nodded again, still not saying anything. He leaned down giving you a soft kiss, both of you loved having those small moments, where you could be just yourself. But since you were in public you couldn’t have a long moment, so after that small, sweet kiss Jesse had to leave to do other things and you went on your way.

It was bitter sweet to go your ways. Even though you both knew soon you’d see each other again. Since Jesse and you got together while filming the movie, you were able to be together everyday, all day. There were a lot of romantic gestures, not many kisses, but it was still a great feeling to be together. As you were being driven to the next interview that you were going to be doing by yourself, you tried really hard not to be sad and think about Jesse. Just as you thought you were emotional ready to do the next interview, Jesse sent you a text.

I’m doing an interview on The Ellen show. I totally forgot, I’m super excited.

Good luck on your show :)

You smiled at the text, not still believing you were so lucky to have a man like Jesse in your life as a friend and as a boyfriend. As you were about to type an answer back to him Jesse sent you another text

Jag alskar dig

to some it will be just some letters, but to you and Jesse it was a message that only you and any Swedish person would understand. Since you and Jesse did your best to keep your relationship a secret there were things you couldn't do publicly like say I love you. Since his moms is Swedish he had the idea to say I love yous in a secret ways in texts. Those 3 words made you smile even bigger, but you felt like you could go on with the day no matter what. At the end of the day you were going to see each other and nothing else will matter. You will talk about your days and just be with each other.

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LGBTQIA Historical Romances with Scholars, Booksellers, Playwrights, Bluestockings, and Journalists - Updated June 19, 2018

The Shakespeare Company by Ted Bacino

- How could Christopher Marlowe, a known spy and England’s foremost playwright, be suspiciously murdered and quickly buried in an unmarked grave just days before he was to be tried for treason? How could William Shakespeare, an unknown actor who “held horses for the gentry while they watched the plays,” become England’s star playwright virtually overnight? As Marlowe and his sponsor/lover, Sir Thomas Walsingham realize that the sentence for heresy is always death by being “drawn and quartered.” So they fake Marlowe’s murder and arrange for an unknown actor to front the new works by Marlowe.

Quickly the crown becomes suspicious of Marlowe’s mysterious murder and the similarities of his works with those of Shakespeare’s. (There are actually more than 100 identical or similar lines in the works of the two authors.) A manhunt begins with Marlowe being chased from city after city in Italy. He flees the Venetian city just as he finishes “The Merchant of Venice” and “Othello.” He runs from Padua as he writes “The Taming of the Shrew” and he must leave Verona after a close call while he tries to finish “Romeo and Juliet” and “Two Gentlemen of Verona.” The chase continues to Rome and Sicily where Marlowe in finally cornered.

Meanwhile back in London, Shakespeare is trying to hide from the investigations of Constable Maunder and defend his writing of plays he’s never read. And the homoerotic references in the recent works plague Shakespeare with his drinking buddies, his concubines and his wife. The whole chase culminates in a final confrontation of excitement and murder.

All the historical facts presented in the book and play are accurate. Yes, it was made into a play!

Unfit to Print by KJ Charles (July 10, 2018) Review

- When crusading lawyer Vikram Pandey sets out in search of a missing youth, his investigations take him to Holywell Street, London’s most notorious address. He expects to find a disgraceful array of sordid bookshops. He doesn’t expect one of them to be run by the long-lost friend whose disappearance and presumed death he’s been mourning for thirteen years. Gil Lawless became a Holywell Street bookseller for his own reasons, and he’s damned if he’s going to apologise or listen to moralising from anyone. Not even Vikram; not even if the once-beloved boy has grown into a man who makes his mouth water. Now the upright lawyer and the illicit bookseller need to work together to track down the missing youth. And on the way, they may even learn if there’s more than just memory and old affection binding them together…

A Seditious Affair by KJ Charles (Installment 3 of the SoG series) Review (One of my favorite novels in this genre. Dominic is a cinnamon roll, but also quite impressive when it needs to be. Book one actually starts the bookshop content, but this novel contains philosophy on Blake and M. Shelley.)

- Silas Mason has no illusions about himself. He’s not lovable, or even likable. He’s an overbearing idealist, a Radical bookseller and pamphleteer who lives for revolution … and for Wednesday nights. Every week he meets anonymously with the same man, in whom Silas has discovered the ideal meld of intellectual companionship and absolute obedience to his sexual commands. But unbeknownst to Silas, his closest friend is also his greatest enemy, with the power to see him hanged—or spare his life. A loyal, well-born gentleman official, Dominic Frey is torn apart by his affair with Silas. By the light of day, he cannot fathom the intoxicating lust that drives him to meet with the Radical week after week. In the bedroom, everything else falls away. Their needs match, and they are united by sympathy for each other’s deepest vulnerabilities. But when Silas’s politics earn him a death sentence, desire clashes with duty, and Dominic finds himself doing everything he can to save the man who stole his heart. (pansexual MC, wonderful D/s dynamic)

An Unnatural Vice by KJ Charles (Book 2 of the SotC series) Review (Enemies to lovers to family. Just a fantastic read.)

- In the sordid streets of Victorian London, unwanted desire flares between two bitter enemies. Crusading journalist Nathaniel Roy is determined to expose spiritualists who exploit the grief of bereaved and vulnerable people. First on his list is the so-called Seer of London, Justin Lazarus. Nathaniel expects him to be a cheap, heartless fraud. He doesn’t expect to meet a man with a sinful smile and the eyes of a fallen angel—or that a shameless swindler will spark his desires for the first time in years.

Justin feels no remorse for the lies he spins during his séances. His gullible clients simply bore him. Hostile, disbelieving, utterly irresistible Nathaniel is a fascinating challenge. And as their battle of wills and wits heats up, Justin finds he can’t stop thinking about the man who’s determined to ruin him.

But Justin and Nathaniel are linked by more than their fast-growing obsession with one another. They are both caught up in an aristocratic family’s secrets, and Justin holds information that could be lethal. As killers, fanatics, and fog close in, Nathaniel is the only man Justin can trust—and, perhaps, the only man he could love.

Wanted, A Gentleman by KJ Charles (Review pending. This one involves a journalist, but there is also a twist.)

- Theodore Swann is a jobbing writer, proprietor of the Matrimonial Advertiser lonely hearts gazette, and all-round weasel. He’s the very last man that Martin St. Vincent would choose to rely on—and the only one who can help. Martin is a wealthy merchant who finds himself obliged to put a stop to a young heiress’s romantic correspondence in the Matrimonial Advertiser. When she and her swain make a dash for Gretna Green, Martin drags Theo on a breakneck chase up the country to catch the runaway lovers before it’s too late. Theo guards his secrets. Martin guards his heart. But as the two of them are thrown irresistibly together, entanglements, deceptions, and revelations come thick and fast…

The Professor’s Assistant by Bren Christopher (Time travel steampunk)

- Lured by rumors of a momentous invention, Agent Julian Blake steps into the New York Gate and emerges outside London. It is the same year, 1885, but an earth parallel to his own. The two timelines are almost identical, but the slight variation is enough to threaten his mission as it includes an attitude toward same-sex attraction that is less than accepting. He never expected that difference to pose a problem. Julian has an important mission to complete–a mission with far-reaching consequences not only across the alternate earths, but into their pasts. For the momentous invention is a working time machine. And the inventor’s assistant is a beautiful, auburn-haired young man named Daniel who causes Julian to disregard the Department rules he has lived by for so long. But there are others interested in the professor’s new invention, and when tragedy strikes, the professor’s lovely assistant might just be the only person left with the knowledge to recreate the device. Now Daniel is a target, and Julian is in a race to protect him and retrieve the knowledge of the time machine from those who would misuse it.

Penn’s Woodland by David Connor (Review pending, but let me just say…strange. Not bad, but strange. Circa 1950′s? Southern US)

- Years ago, Penn’s lover was attacked in the woods, and most think Penn is to blame—including Penn. Ever since, he’s been a prisoner in his home and his mind. When world renowned architect Ewan Parish arrives to construct a secure, enclosed walkway through those woods, Penn is surprised, suspicious, and also fearful. Ewan finds himself intrigued by the mysterious, reclusive Penn, his journals, and the beautiful artwork he’s drawn, which Ewan recreates in the walkway’s iron scrollwork. Determined to free Penn, Ewan sets out to unravel the mystery that has resulted in Penn’s imprisonment by his family and conscience all these years…

Merrick by Claire Cray (Reviewing pending, paranormal, lovely world-building and resumes in second novel)

- New York, 1799: the future looks bright for the charming young book dealer William Lacy, until a raucous night of drinking lands him in shackles. He narrowly avoids the brutal prison system thanks to his mother, who negotiates with the judge to secure him a five year apprenticeship in lieu of a prison sentence. And so William finds himself in a carriage bound for the remote woods upstate, where he’ll spend the next years of his life learning a new trade under some old master. When he first sees Merrick, William thinks he’s been dropped into a medieval horror story. Tall and gruff, dressed in a hooded robe that completely conceals his features, and riding a black mare, Merrick might as well be the Grim Reaper. But appearances are deceiving. A skilled apothecary and healer, Merrick proves to be a generous host and a gentle teacher, and William soon finds himself surprisingly comfortable in his new surroundings. And yet troubling mysteries abound: Why does Merrick never show his face or hands? Why do his movements seem so young and sure beneath his robes? What lies within the cave behind the stone cottage? Something unnatural is afoot. But most alarming by far is William’s own reaction to his new keeper. For Merrick’s strange charms are bewitching enough by day; but by night, in the darkness of the room and the bed they share, William finds himself entirely overwhelmed by desires he never imagined…

A Private Gentleman by Heidi Cullinan Review

- To seal their bond, they must break the ties that bind. Painfully introverted and rendered nearly mute by a heavy stammer, Lord George Albert Westin rarely ventures any farther than the club or his beloved gardens. When he hears rumors of an exotic new orchid sighted at a local hobbyist’s house, though, he girds himself with opiates and determination to attend a house party, hoping to sneak a peek. He finds the orchid, yes…but he finds something else even more rare and exquisite: Michael Vallant. Professional sodomite. Michael climbed out of an adolescent hell as a courtesan’s bastard to become successful and independent-minded, seeing men on his own terms, protected by a powerful friend. He is master of his own world—until Wes. Not only because, for once, the sex is for pleasure and not for profit. They are joined by tendrils of a shameful, unspoken history. The closer his shy, poppy-addicted lover lures him to the light of love, the harder his past works to drag him back into the dark. There’s only one way out of this tangle. Help Wes face the fears that cripple him—right after Michael finds the courage to reveal the devastating truth that binds them.

The Tutor by Bonnie Dee

- Gothic romance with a twist. Elements of The Sound of Music, The Enchanted Garden, Jane Eyre, and “true” ghost hunting shows make this story feel familiar. Gay love makes it unique. Seeing an ad for a position at a Yorkshire estate, typesetter Graham Cowrie decides to make an upward career move by passing himself off as a tutor. How hard can it be to teach a few subjects to a pair of nine-year-old boys? But on his arrival at the ancient house, he finds the staff creepy, the twins odd, and the widowed master temporarily absent. His first meeting with brooding, stern, but oh-so-attractive, Sir Richard doesn’t go well, but with no other prospects vying for the teaching position, Graham manages to keep it. His mission soon becomes clear, break down the walls of reserve both father and sons have erected and attempt to bridge the gap between them. But strange sounds, sights and experiences keep Graham on edge until he finally admits the Hall is haunted by two entities with very different agendas. Graham works to appease one and combat the other while protecting the broken family he’s grown to care for.

Seducing Stephen by Bonnie Dee and Summer Devon (Review pending, quite a good rake vs ingenue novel, with the former learning some lessons from the student.)

- Visiting a wealthy friend during university holiday, Stephen wakes to find his bed invaded by a late arriving, drunken houseguest stumbling into the wrong room. From this dubious beginning, a romance slowly develops. At first Lord Peter Northrup is only interested in the young man as a lusty diversion. He tutors him in secret pleasures shared by men like them, intending to keep their special liaison brief, light, and temporary. But after Northrup leaves, he can’t forget the young man who managed to touch his jaded heart. During their time apart, Peter and Stephen change, and when they meet again, their affair flames hotter than ever. Can a peer of the realm and a middle-class young man bearing heavy responsibilities maintain a lasting relationship? Will Peter accept the possibility of true love in his shallow life, and will Stephen risk everything and trust a man who’s already hurt him once?

The Gentleman’s Madness by Bonnie Dee and Summer Devon

- Two men imprisoned. One in body, the other in mind. Caught in the throes of passion with another man, scholar John Gilliam agrees to asylum treatment for perversion at the request of his worried parents. He intends to fake a cure then return to his normal life, but an attack on his person leads him down a darker path. Transferred to another facility, he is denied any devices by which he might harm himself—even books and writing materials. Half crazed by isolation John finds an unexpected friend in his caretaker, Sam Tully. Tully feels sorry for the patient everyone calls “the professor,” but he must keep his head down and perform his duties. His family relies on his earnings. He refuses to acknowledge the stirring of excitement inside him every time he is in Gilliam’s presence. Thirst for the knowledge the scholar offers wars with the carnal hunger he must deny. In John’s small cell, learning and mental freedom blossom as the two forge a friendship. Forbidden attraction evolves into physical action. But in the asylum there is more than curative treatment taking place. The pair uncover a terrible secret and must fight not only for their freedom but their very lives.

Frost Fair by Erastes

- Gideon Frost is willing to do whatever it takes to earn enough money to save the printing shop that was left to him by his father. But when faced with the prospect of having to engage in acts society deems unnatural and the law declares punishable by death, he realized there are limits as to how far he'll go. Then he meets the privileged and handsome Joshua Redfern, the one man who tempts Gideon to break his own rules. Joshua Redfern has no title or important relations, but his independent fortune allows him a life that is more than comfortable. And more importantly, it enables him to offer assistance to the unfortunate but beautiful Gideon just when the man needs it most. Joshua realizes his interest in Gideon is far more than charitable, but is the man similarly attracted or merely indebted? When the Thames freezes over and London hosts the great Frost Fair of 1814, trouble and necessity bring Gideon and Joshua together. But just as ice is destined to eventually crack, will the circumstances break these two men as they learn that life isn't always fair?

Sweet William by Dianne Hartsock

- William Wilkerson leads the life of the privileged rich. Head of his father’s shipping business, he indulges to his heart’s content in the pleasures of the flesh with Boston’s finest young men. That is, until he reunites with Fredrick: his former tutor and the one man who captured his heart. But William’s father has declared Fredrick off limits. And Fredrick, himself, believes he’s beneath the attention of the Wilkerson heir. After having lost his current pupil to graduation, and with no prospects of a replacement, Frederick is homeless, hungry, and easy pickings for the men on the docks. When Frederick is shanghaied into service on William’s own merchant ship, will William discover his plight in time to rescue him?

Whyborne and Griffin series by Jordan L Hawk (Fave, fave, fave)

- Widdershins: Book One: A reclusive scholar. A private detective. And a book of spells that could destroy the world. When handsome ex-Pinkerton Griffin Flaherty approaches Dr. Percival Endicott Whyborne to translate a mysterious book, Whyborne wants to finish the job and get rid of Griffin as quickly as possible. Instead, he’s drawn into the hunt for a merciless cult bent on resurrecting an evil necromancer from the dead…and finds himself falling in love with the impertinent detective. But will Griffin’s secrets cost Whyborne not only his heart but his life?

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzie Lee (aro/ace female MC)

- A year after an accidentally whirlwind grand tour with her brother Monty, Felicity Montague has returned to England with two goals in mind—avoid the marriage proposal of a lovestruck suitor from Edinburgh and enroll in medical school. However, her intellect and passion will never be enough in the eyes of the administrators, who see men as the sole guardians of science.

But then a window of opportunity opens—a doctor she idolizes is marrying an old friend of hers in Germany. Felicity believes if she could meet this man he could change her future, but she has no money of her own to make the trip. Luckily, a mysterious young woman is willing to pay Felicity’s way, so long as she’s allowed to travel with Felicity disguised as her maid.

In spite of her suspicions, Felicity agrees, but once the girl’s true motives are revealed, Felicity becomes part of a perilous quest that leads them from the German countryside to the promenades of Zurich to secrets lurking beneath the Atlantic.

Purgatory & Salvation novels by Jeff Mann (Have not read, but tw: extreme violence)

- During the Civil War, two young soldiers on opposite sides find themselves drawn together. One is a scholarly, war-weary Southerner who has seen too much bloodshed, especially the tortures inflicted upon the enemy by his vicious commanding officer, his uncle. The other is a Herculean Yankee captured by the ragtag Confederate band and forced to become a martyr for all the sins of General Sheridan’s fires. When these two find themselves admiring more than one another’s spirit and demeanor, when passions erupt between captor and captive, will this new romance survive the arduous trek to Purgatory Mountain?

- The American Civil War still threatens to tear the nation in twain. Private Ian Campbell betrayed his company and his duty because he fell in love with a handsome Yankee prisoner-of-war, Drew Conrad. Both men are on the run, desperate to reach Campbell’s family home in West Virginia, which may have escaped the conflict unscathed and may offer them both peace and salvation from the cruelties and hatreds heightened by the war. But the trek is dangerous. Both men are wounded, deserters, and their love for each other is viewed by so many as a crime against nature—hanging for any of these offenses threatens every moment they tarry to rest. They must rely on the kindness of strangers, but every household they enter seeking sanctuary for even a single night on a bed and scant provisions for hungry stomachs might betray them should the truth be discovered. Acclaimed author Jeff Mann’s sequel to his beloved historical novel Purgatory will instill in readers an ardent expectation over Privates Campbell and Conrad’s fate. Winner of the Lambda Literary Award for Best Gay Romance!

Bound to Him and Bound Forever (Books two and three of the Bound series) by Ava March (Review pending, but this series is excellent. It begins with Oliver paying a madame to allow him to take the place of one of her employees, so he can have just one night with the man he loves. Contains BDSM)

- Lord Oliver Marsden’s life is perfect…well, almost perfect. His bookshop is doing well, his bank account isn’t empty, and his nights are filled with a deliciously dominant man…who tends to be a bit too domineering outside of the bedchamber. But Vincent loves him, and that’s all that should matter. Right? And of course Vincent still firmly holds the reins of control. Yet while Oliver feels Vincent is finally ready to give himself fully to him, to make good on the offer Oliver refused a year ago, the looming threat that his lover could someday be forced to marry keeps him from tugging the reins from Vincent’s grasp.

Then Vincent receives a letter that changes everything. Oliver seizes the moment and pushes Vincent toward a night neither of them will ever forget. Yet come dawn, Oliver awakens to an empty bed. Lord Vincent Prescot knows he loves Oliver. The man’s his best friend, and he trusts him. So why does submitting to Oliver leave him so shaken? It doesn’t take him long to find the answer, yet his solution could drive his lover away for good.

The Mistletoe Kiss by Ruby Moone (Review pending, but I loved this book. Most of it actually takes place within the bookshop owned by Fenton, so it’s a nice setting with a family-feeling.)

- By 1816, widowed bookseller Lawrence Fenton has spent a lonely lifetime hiding who he is. He has convinced himself his feelings for his far too young, gorgeous, but troubled assistant Christy Shaw are nothing more than pride in his protégé and concern for his plight. Christy’s life involves walking fine lines: one between his mother and his abusive stepfather, one where he must keep his needs hidden, and hardest of all, one where he must keep his feelings for his serious employer to himself. Lame since birth, Lawrence cannot imagine anyone wanting him, least of all Christy. But when Christy’s life threatens to spiral out of control, Lawrence steps in. Then Christy’s emotions spill over into a kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas. Will Lawrence be able to face the long-buried truth about himself and keep Christy by his side?

The Wrong Kind of Angel by Ruby Moone (Reviewing pending, but I’ve read this novella/prequel six times.)

- A reluctant angel, three not terribly wise men, two gorgeous men on a starlit chase to find a child … It can only be Christmas. It’s Christmas 1817 and Captain Charles Farrington has accepted that he is destined to live alone. That is, until Christmas Eve, when a startlingly handsome man crashes into his home and his life. Harry Valentine is a man on the run. A man with secrets. He hasn’t time to fall for the angel who rescued him and, in any case, he knows that once Charlie realises the truth about him, there will be no future for them. Harry’s warmth makes Charles face up to the demons in his past and shows him that he can have a family. All he has to do is persuade Harry to stay. But Charlie knows that, despite whatever Harry says, he’s the wrong kind of angel for happy endings.

The Master of Seacliff by Max Pierce (Review pending, but I had mixed impressions of this novel.)

- It is 1899, and young Andrew Wyndham has accepted a position tutoring the unruly son of wealthy industrialist Duncan Stewart in the hopes that the work will be brief yet provide an avenue to pay for his passage to France to study art. But Seacliff is a dark mansion enshrouded in near-eternal fog, dark mystery and suspicion—perhaps a reflection of the house’s brooding master. An imposing Blackbeard of a man, Duncan Stewart is both feared and admired by his business associates as well as the people he calls friends, for Stewart may have murdered his own father to gain control of his business. And his home, in which Andrew Wyndham must now reside, holds terrible secrets—secrets that could destroy everyone within its walls. For pure gothic escapism with a decidedly masculine point of view, The Master of Seacliff is an enthralling and satisfying read.

Fagin’s Boy: The Further Particulars of a Parish Boy’s Progress (Oliver & Jack Book 1) by Christina Pilz

- Oliver Twist has one desire: to own a bookshop and live a simple, middle-class life as far as possible from his workhouse-shadowed past. One thing stands in his way: Jack Dawkins–The Artful Dodger–who’s just returned to London and is seeking Fagin’s old gang. Jack’s visits cause Oliver nothing but trouble, but he finds himself drawn, time and again, to their shared past, Jack’s unguarded honesty, and those bright, green eyes. Oliver craves respectability, and doesn’t think he will find it with a forbidden love. Can Jack convince Oliver that having one doesn’t mean losing the other? Fagin’s Boy is the first book in Christina E. Pilz’s Oliver & Jack series, a gay historical romance. If you like Dickensian tragedy, suspense, crime, poverty, and hope, as well as a slow-burn forbidden romance, then you’ll love Fagin’s Boy: The Further Particulars of a Parish Boy’s Progress.

The Blue Ribbon by Katherine Marlowe Review (I will say that most of Marlowe’s novels do not entail much period-typical homophobia, if any at all.)

- Theo Aylmer’s perfectly satisfactory life as a chemistry professor at Cambridge is upended when he receives word of his father’s illness. Forced to return to Cornwall, he is robbed for everything he’s worth by a dashing young highwayman. When he finally reaches his father’s stagecoach inn, he finds it dilapidated and the village around it groaning beneath the thumb of the hateful Earl of Glynn. All Theo wants to do is return to his life and work in Cambridge, but as he tries to recoup the funds necessary to travel, he finds himself plagued by brandy-smugglers and rumours of ghosts. And at the center of all Theo’s problems is a certain handsome highwayman who has charmed his way into Theo’s bed and heart. When the highwayman turns up shot, Theo can’t turn him away, even though doing so risks bringing the wrath of the customs men, the law, and the Earl of Glynn upon them both.

Protection by S.A. Reid

- When Gabriel MacKenna enters Wentworth Prison in 1931, he promises himself two things: never to be buggered and never to turn prison queer. Tough, smart, and ruthless in a fight, he quickly makes a name for himself inside. But Gabriel, saved from the noose by a social crusader, is serving two life sentences. And life is a very long time to endure Wentworth with no comforts but prison food, card games and cigarettes. To survive endless days without the touch of another human being… Five years after Gabriel’s incarceration, Joey Cooper arrives at Wentworth. Every convict claims imprisonment through a miscarriage of justice, but Joey is truly blameless. Trained at Oxford as a physician, the young doctor is innocent of prison culture and too handsome for his own good. Facing eighteen years behind Wentworth’s towering gates, Joey cannot hope to survive without protection. And protection is just what Gabriel MacKenna offers. At a price…

Adrian’s Librarian by Hollis Shiloh

- One night at a masquerade party, rakish Adrian Knowles kisses the wrong man by mistake and meets Oliver Windham. Feisty yet wary and broken, Ollie desperately needs a friend. Almost against his will, Adrian finds himself playing the hero… and falling in love.Adrian hires Ollie to set his library to rights—after having his servants put all the books out of order. He promises himself he’ll treat Ollie only as a friend, but Ollie quickly becomes the only man he wants.

Eden Springs by Ada Maria Soto

- In the boomtown of Eden Springs, someone is spilling the blood of children. Desperate, the sheriff calls in ex-Union scout Aaron Byrne to stop them. For the lawman for hire, it’s just another job-until he meets Jonah Mann, the town’s Oxford-trained astronomer-cum-schoolteacher. Aaron never stays in one place for long, but a few stolen glances from the eccentric professor begin to test his resolve to move along once the job is done. Now a telescope, a whorehouse bathtub, and a cup of Chinese tea could change Aaron’s own stars forever. A Timeless Dreams title: While reaction to same-sex relationships throughout time and across cultures has not always been positive, these stories celebrate M/M love in a manner that may address, minimize, or ignore historical stigma.

A Light Amongst Shadows (Dark is the Night series Book 1) by Kelley York and Rowan Altwood Review

- James Spencer is hardly the typical troubled youth who ends up at Whisperwood School for Boys. Instead of hating the strict schedules and tight oversight by staff, James blossoms, quickly making friends, indulging in his love of writing, and contemplating the merits of sneaking love poems to the elusive and aloof William Esher. The rumours about William’s sexuality and opium reliance are prime gossip material amongst the third years…rumours that only further pique James’ curiosity to uncover what William is really like beneath all that emotional armor. And, when the normally collected William stumbles in one night, shaken and ranting of ghosts, James is the only one who believes him. James himself has heard the nails dragging down his bedroom door and the sobs echoing in the halls at night. He knows others have, too, even if no one will admit it. The staff refuses to entertain such ridiculous tales, and punishment awaits anyone who brings it up. Their fervent denial and the disappearance of students only furthers James’ determination to find out what secrets Whisperwood is hiding…especially if it prevents William and himself from becoming the next victims.

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See You Soon Doll || Part 3 || JeromeXReader

Imagine you are a cheerleader riding on a bus to a football game when the Maniax attacks it.

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You wake up slowly, your head hurts like crazy and you have no idea where you are. You look around the room and you see that you are in someone's bedroom. It is a very simple bedroom, but you can tell that it is a boys room due to the piles of clothes on the ground.

The door then opens. You look over at the door and you see Jerome enter the room. He walks over and sits on the bed beside you.

“Morning Doll,” he says smiling as always, “How did ya sleep?”

“Fine but would have slept better in my own bed, thank you very much!” You stand up and start walking over to the door.

You then feel yourself get pressed up against the door by Jerome. You look up at him and you see that he has a maniacal smile on his face.

“Now where did you think you were going doll?” he asks you.

“Home!” you reply.

Jerome then starts laughing. “Doll face you are not leaving me, you will never leave me ever. Well, you will never leave me alive.” Jerome laughs at the last part.

You don't know what to say. You are really scared by what he just said. You just stand there pressed up against the door with your mouth hanging open in shock.

Jerome then breaks into another laugh but this one is less scary and more humorous. “Doll you are hilarious you actually think that I would kill you. You're funny.” Then Jerome leans down to whisper something in your ear, “but you had better close that pretty little mouth of yours before I put something in there that I know you wouldn’t want.”

You instantly close your mouth.

Jerome then lets go of you and goes to open the door. He grabs your hand and says, “Okay now we are going to go meet everyone else.”

He pulls you down the stairs and into what appears to be a kitchen with four people already in there sitting around a table.

They all look over at Jerome and you. Jerome then says, “I would like to introduce my beautiful girlfriend, y/n!”

Girlfriend? No, we are not dating, never will be, you think. You don’t want people to think you are dating this lunatic. But you don’t say anything because you don’t want Jerome to get angry at you, he is pretty unpredictable.

“Now y/n I would like to introduce you to Aaron,” he says pointing to a really big guy. He is probably about 6 and a half feet tall, and really muscular. You kind of recognize him from the bus incident.

“This is Barbara,” he says pointing to a blonde girl. You think you recognize her but you don't know how. You know she was not on the bus but she still looks familiar.

“This is Tabitha,” Jerome motions to a girl sitting at the table cleaning blood off her whips. She doesn’t seem like the type of person you would want to cross.

“And this is our leader,” you look over at the man and see that it is Theo Galavan. You can’t believe it is Theo Galavan.

Galavan stands up and comes over to shake your hand. “Hello y/n it is nice to finally meet you.”

“Your Theo Galavan!” you say.

Galavan laughs a bit, “yes I am and If you ever tell anyone that I am doing this I will have Tabitha,” he motions to the whip girl, “come and kill you. Now, do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good,” Galavan says before walking out of the room.

Jerome pulls you over to a table and pushes you into an empty seat between Barbara and Jerome and across from Aaron.

Jerome puts a plate of food in front of you before breaking into a conversation with Tabitha.

You am a bit reluctant to eat your food. Barbara then whispers to you, “trust me there is nothing wrong with that food. If you think one of us poisoned it we didn’t, Jerome would have killed everyone in this room if we did.”

You then decide that It would probably be best to eat your food now. You eat your food without talking to anyone, and when you are done Jerome pulls you up the stairs to his room.

As you guys are walking he tells you how he has to go out and do a couple things with Tabitha. He also tells you not to try and escape because that would be impossible and only provoke him.

He then leaves you in his room and he shuts the door and locks it once he leaves. You try turning the handle to the door but it is locked. You then look over at the window and see that you are about 40 floors off the ground.

You decide it is useless to try and escape and you just decide to take a nap until Jerome gets back. You lay down in his bed and with in a couple minutes, you fall asleep.

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You wake up to someone shaking you awake. You open your eyes and see that it is Jerome. You roll over so that you am no longer facing him.

He grabs you and rolls your body back over to face him. “Well hello doll face, I am happy to see that you didn’t try and escape like I thought you would of.”

You don’t say anything you just stretch out your tired limbs and rub your eyes before trying to fall asleep again.

Jerome shakes you again and you open your eyes. “Oh I know you are tired doll but Galavan wants us both down stairs right now.”

You finally get out of bed and stand up beside Jerome. He holds your hand and leads you downstairs again but this time past the kitchen and into what looks like a living room.

Barbara, Aaron, and Tabitha are all sat on some of the couches and Galavan is sitting at the front of the room.

Jerome and you sit down on one of the other couches.

Galvan looks over at us and says, “Jerome and y/n so nice for you to join us. Now we can get started.”

Galavan stands up, “As all of you know we are here to plan our biggest scheme yet, The Gotham Children's Hospital Gala. Now any question before we get started?”

You decide to be brave and ask, “Why am I here.”

Galavan turns to look and you and answers, “because you my dear will be part of this plan, and If you dare tell anybody at the event what is going to go down then you won’t be making it out alive.”

Thanks for reading. I would like to also thank everyone who has liked and reposted this story. I was wondering if anyone wanted me to make a tag list for this story. If you want me to just tell me that you want to be on it and I will make sure to add you.

Thanks again. Sarah!

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1-100

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

SPOTIFY

is your room messy or clean?

depends, ya know???

what color are your eyes?

Blue

do you like your name? why?

I don’t mind it, my full name is Kailarai and I used to hate it because that would be the name I was called when I was in trouble but like now my girlfriend calls me it and it’s okay???

what is your relationship status?

I got a pretty cool gal in my life

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Which personality LOL Outgoing, Big, Dynamic

what color hair do you have?

Black

what kind of car do you drive? color?

Silver Mazda 3

where do you shop?

LOL Superstore??? Food man

how would you describe your style?

Chill idk

favorite social media account

Tumblr

what size bed do you have?

Queen??

any siblings?

I got a half sister but my aunt and 2 uncles were pretty much my siblings growing up

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

I don’t ever want to settle anywhere

favorite snapchat filter?

....idk man

favorite makeup brand(s)

je ne sais pas

how many times a week do you shower?

3, give or take what I’m doing

favorite tv show?

Jesus man. Scandal and Grey’s and The good wife and oitnb and gilmore girls i could go on and on

shoe size?

nine ish

how tall are you?

5′9″

sandals or sneakers?

I love me a good pair of converse but also a good pair of flippy flops

do you go to the gym?

It’s my favourite place...well other than being in nature

describe your dream date

I have never really been taken on a big date so i don’t really know. I mean anywhere in nature is good with me.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

none???

what color socks are you wearing?

No socks omg

how many pillows do you sleep with?

like 50

do you have a job? what do you do?

I supervise a preschool classroom

how many friends do you have?

I have more friends than I think I have but like 2 really good friends

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

oh god, I don’t even really know. There are a couple things

whats your favorite candle scent?

I hate smelly things so damn much

3 favorite boy names

Finnley, Ben, Wyatt, Otis, Theo, Vaughn, Jack so many

3 favorite girl names

AMELIA, Hadley, Harper, Eden, Everly, Lennon

favorite actor?

Jeffrey Dean Morgan, my man

favorite actress?

I cannot choose

who is your celebrity crush?

Oh man, I have about a thousand

favorite movie?

The Reader, Mamma Mia, Titanic, Rent this list is neverending

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

I do read a lot, and anything by Ellen Hopkins

money or brains?

I mean, don’t be stupid and you can have money and brains??

do you have a nickname? what is it?

bitch

how many times have you been to the hospital?

uh a fair amount

top 10 favorite songs

OH BOY - I just, wow I can’t I love music. maybe I’ll do a soundboard one day

do you take any medications daily?

I’m supposed to lol

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

i got smooth skin lol

what is your biggest fear?

Clowns and being unhappy forever lmao

how many kids do you want?

???

whats your go to hair style?

ponytail or messy bun usually or like half up half down

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

townhouse

who is your role model?

Nana and Kate Winslet lol

what was the last compliment you received?

I don’t remember

what was the last text you sent?

“that’s the real question”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

???

what is your dream car?

DODGE RAM 1500

opinion on smoking?

whatever floats ya boat

do you go to college?

yeah

what is your dream job?

Actor or Police officer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

out in the country baby giiiiirlll

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

nah

do you have freckles?

nah

do you smile for pictures?

sometimes, ya know

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

lots

have you ever peed in the woods?

yas

do you still watch cartoons?

don’t even have tv

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

im vegan lol

Favorite dipping sauce?

hummus man

what do you wear to bed?

absolutely nothing

have you ever won a spelling bee?

absolutely not

what are your hobbies?

running and reading and lifting things and writing occasionally

can you draw?

a little

do you play an instrument?

a little guitar

what was the last concert you saw?

Zac Brown Band!!!!!

tea or coffee?

coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

I live in canada homie, but still starbs over timmies

do you want to get married?

je ne sais pas

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

E.C!!! Cass already knows she’s my crush but that man who’s initials i put god damn

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

absolutely not

what color looks best on you?

i dno black?

do you miss anyone right now?

kinda

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed

do you believe in ghosts?

yessss

what is your biggest pet peeve?

people not saying what’s on their damn mind and i have major road rage so like lots of stuff to do with that

last person you called`

nana

favorite ice cream flavor?

mmmmm like cookie dough

regular oreos or golden oreos?

GOLDEN

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

neither

what shirt are you wearing?

nothing

what is your phone background?

sun and moon

are you outgoing or shy?

outgoing lol im also very observant however

do you like it when people play with your hair?

some people

do you like your neighbors?

they’re fiiiine

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

i wash my makeup off

have you ever been high?

yes?????

have you ever been drunk?

yes lol

last thing you ate?

lettuce wraps

favorite lyrics right now

“I couldn't tell you honey, I don't knowWhere I'm going but I've got to go”

“No we don't have a lot of moneyAll we need is love”

summer or winter?

summer always

day or night?

I love nature in the day, but the stars and moon will forever be my favourite sight

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

darrrrkkk

favorite month?

July man so hot and lovely

what is your zodiac sign

Pisces

who was the last person you cried in front of?

mom??

#100 questions god damn man #Anonymous

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freckledandfighting-blog · 8 years

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Hamilsquad x Reader Chapter 1.

Hello hello hello! Guess what, its me. And I’m containing myself from singing the rest of ‘Hello’ from Adele. So chapter 1 is up, please comment, ask questions request because I get bored sometimes all the time.

Warnings: Horrible editing, I’m on my phone posting from a roller coaster. Also swearing, always swearing.

2:09 pm.

It had been eleven days since you had told your boys. The week was spent with everyone packing, Alex repeating your family’s names under his breath, Laf trying to perfect his English, and Mr. Washington practically forcing your boyfriends to take a break. Alexander had enough unused sick days and vacations for all of you.

Angelica gave you the week off as soon as you said yes to her promotion.

“Yes. Definitely. You are going, that is final.”

“Yes, Angel, thank you so much for your input, I wouldn’t have gone without your permission.” You said sarcastically. She shoved you with her elbow and swiftly pushed you out the door so you could actually do your job.

“Don’t forget you have to start interviewing people eventually!” She called to you from her office.

3:09 pm.

“How much sunscreen do I need to take?” John asked you, sitting on his suitcase, which was overloaded with his bathing suits and art supply.

It was Thursday afternoon and you and your boyfriends were spending your last day before leaving perfecting your packing. You were leaving on Friday after Alex, John and Laf’s coffee run, they were given an extra day off. Hercules was leaving Cato with the shop for the break and Angelica said if you came to work that day, she would call security.

“I mean, I’m sure we have some at the house.. maybe a bit if you want it.” You said nonchalantly, checking your passport.

“I don’t need anymore freckles.” You looked up. John was shirtless, debating between two shirts. Freckles were dappled across his shoulders, down his back, a few on his toned chest.

“I like your freckles.” You tilted your head, clearly checking out your boyfriend. He turned around, a mischievous grin spread over his face.

“What are you-” you were scooped up and thrown on the bed. He attacked you with kisses, tickling your sides, making you squeal a protest.

He responded with more playful kisses across your collarbone. You squirmed under his grip, but not really trying.

“Lemme go!” You whined, pushing your hands up against his shoulders. “Johnny!”

He didn’t let go, but he stopped tickling you and just rested his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed, shifting under him, getting as comfortable as possible with your boyfriend collapsed atop you.

Well.. as possible you can get with another human on you.

It was these little moments that really made you fall in love. Cuddling, curling up and watching Stranger Things, buying ice cream, dancing on the sidewalk.. the list could go on forever. It was the simple seconds you spent with your partners that made you fall more in love with them anymore.

“Y/N-” Alex started, then froze when he walked into the room, seeing the two of you. “Aww!”

You grumbled halfheartedly, not really making an effort to complain. You were cozy, using John as a personal heated blanket, and you were not moving. He nuzzled his forehead on your collarbone, humming slightly. You could feel him nibbling lightly on your neck.

“Laffy! Herc! Look they’re being adorable!” He yelled, leaning his head out the doorway, alerting the other two.

“Shuddup Alex.” You said into John’s shoulder. “Alexandre, couldn’t it wait-” Lafayette opened his mouth making an inaudible coo. “You look so cute, Mon Petits.”

John lifted his head, a satisfied grin across his face. You narrowed your eyes, confused of his wicked smile. “What did you do..” You said accusingly.

“Johnathan Laurens!” Hercules scolded, shoving him off of you. You jumped up, running to the bathroom. He definitely did something.

“Fucking hell!” You yelled, throwing your arms into the air. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

John had left a large red hickey on your neck.

“Oops!” He called from the bedroom. You could actually hear the cheeky grin on his face. “My bad!”

“We’re meeting her parents in less than forty-eight hours! No kisses!” Alex instructed, crossing his arms. Alex was 5'6 he wasn’t tall, he had a slim figure, he was far from threatening.

“But Alex!” John whined loudly. “She’s so kissable!”

You rolled your eyes. “So are the rest of them.” You gestured to your other partners.

“Tell us more about your family.” Hercules wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind. You smiled, kissing his shoulder.

“What do you want to know?”

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny.. I’m forgetting someone!” Alex wailed, collapsing dramatically on the bed. “But don’t tell me! I have to figure this out.”

You smirked, knowing instantly who he was missing.

“Fifteen.. who’s the sixteenth?” He murmured, hitting his head with a pillow.

“Alex, Honey, relax.” John soothed, shoving a pair of flip flops into his suitcase. “They aren’t going to freak if we don’t know all of their names.” He turned toward you, his eyes wide. “They won’t freak if we don’t know all of their names, will they?”

“They are much more worried about getting Laf’s right.” You laughed, winking at the Frenchmen.

“Many have tried, few have succeeded.” He chuckled, blowing you a kiss.

“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.” You answered, shuffling around with Hercules still attached to you. “Eleven words.. my mom has more kids than that, she’ll manage.”

“Who am I missing!” Alex succumbed to help. “Fifteen.. who am I forgetting!”

“Our favorite.” Hercules kissed you head, his laugh vibrated against your back.

“Who?” Alex said desperately.

“Me.” You grinned, a teasing smile on your face. He mouth ‘o’ before sighing in relief.

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny and Y/N.” He breathed, closing his eyes. “Thank god.”

“It worries me you forgot the name of our girlfriend who’s family we’re visiting.” John threw a pillow at Alexander’s head.

“Tell me stories of little Y/N!” Herc pouted. You huffed.

“I fended for myself at the dinner table, earned the eldest’s respect, in my household, it’s eat or be eaten.” You joked, a serious expression on your face. “I doubt you guys’ll survive dinner unless we eat out.”

“I don’t think I like this story.”

“I’m joking.. sort of. You’ll probably like my siblings.. Probably.” You hummed.

“Story Time!” Alex yelled, clapping hysterically like a seal. You groaned, throwing John a shirt from your suitcase.

“Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, the twins, Liam, and Benny are the ones you really have to worry about.” You tilted you head, thinking about it. “They pull the most pranks, since they’re the youngest.”

“Only like half of your brothers.” Herc commented, earning your glare.

“Chase through Scott are okay. They’ll be more interested in making fun of me. And Lucas is going to be the most sane because of his kids.” You turned back to the four of them, narrowing your eyes.

“Don’t you have packing to do?” You asked, putting a pair of shoes in your bag. “We aren’t coming back for a week.”

“I’ll pack tomorrow.” Alex procrastinated in nothing but if had something to do with clothing, he wouldn’t even think about it.

“Alexandre we’re leaving tomorrow.” Laf’s inner mother hen was coming out. “Go pack.” He ordered, shoving the smaller man off his lap.

Alex simply responded with a loud screech.

“Alexander Hamilton do not make me go call Angelica!” You spun around, making him go silent and freeze.

Angelica Schuyler was the by far the level-headed, most impowering woman you had ever met.. Unless one of your boyfriends was acting up. Hercules and Lafayette were smart, they knew about Angelica’s signature ear grabbing, John and Alex on the other hand weren’t as careful. They often forgot she was there and start leaving hickeys and pinching each other. In simplest form:

Angelica did not like that.

“I’m good, I’ll go pack.” He squeaked, tripping as he sprung off the bed and out of the room.

“Well that’s one way to get things done.” Hercules held in a laugh watching Alexander stumble around.

“'Ow you say ‘whipped’.” Laf said, zipping John’s finally packed suitcase.

“The Angelica Card always works.”

7:02 am.

“It’s too early!” John whined, rubbing his eyes.

“Suck it up, Buttercup.” You pressed you lips to his temple. “You can sleep through the flight, it’s going to be about two hours till we land.”

You were sitting in between Hercules, who had the isle seat, and John who was by the window. Alex and Lafayette were behind you and John talking quickly in French. You only caught a few words, hearing your parents’ names as well as your own and your siblings.

“No! Sleep is for the weak..” He quickly lowered his voice, remembering he was on an airplane. “Oops.” John’s outburst was greeted with many ‘shh’s.

“Fine, but the ride to the lake is another two hours, so you better sleep then.” You reminded him, fiddling with your earbuds. “My family is going to be exhausting.”

“Maybe you should be the one sleeping, Princess.” Hercules chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours. “You seemed more stressed than Alex.”

“HEY!”

“SHH!”

“Yeah, Alex.” You teased, looking back at him and Lafayette.

9:34 am.

“You don’t know true power until you’ve had six three-hour energy drinks and a large cup of coffee with four shots of espresso.” Alexander was bouncing up and down, sitting on the baggage cart that was filled with your many suitcases.

“Never again..” Hercules murmured, rubbing his forehead.

“I’m banning Alex from Starbucks for the week.” You sighed, watching him let out a squeal of glee as Laf pushed the cart.

“He will die without coffee.” John commented. He hadn’t taken your advice and spent the entire flight playing flappy bird. He was mostly leaning on you for support.

You clicked you tongue against the roof of your mouth. “Without Starbucks no, he’ll just suffer, my mom makes an amazing coffee-caramel ice cream that no one can miss out on.”

“Sugaarr..” John moaned, banging his head against your shoulder. You laughed, kissing his forehead.

“ALEXANDER HAMILTON!” Lafayette yelled, running after Alex who was riding the cart down the slope of the parting lot. Laf must of let go of the cart at some point which was definitely not a good idea.

“That ended badly when Cory and Conner did that.” You remembered the stitches and the broken nose they received after the incident.

“Aww!”

You silently thanked Laf for catching him.

“You’re no fun!” He whined as he was scooped off the cart. “That was entertaining!”

“Ne discutez pas avec moi, Alexandre.” Lafayette threw his boyfriend over his shoulder and continued to push the luggage.

“That’s the car.” Hercules pointed to the black Chevrolet that’s lights were blinking.

“It’s like an FBI car!“John exclaimed excitedly, dragging you toward it. “It’s so shiny!”

“I’m surrounded by children.” Herc mumbled, face-palming.

“Alright, alright.” You ‘shh'ed your boyfriends. “John you aren’t driving, you are sleeping the entire drive.” You instructed, opening the backseat door. “In.”

He raised his hands in surrender, entering the car.

“Alex no way in hell are you driving, you’ve consumed way too much caffeine.” Laf was facing the opposite direction so you could talk to Alex, who was still being carried.

“I take offense to that!” He crossed his arms. You raised an eyebrow, seeing if he wanted to argue with you, which he didn’t. Alex quickly was put down and he retreated to the car.

“I’ll drive if you put the address in, Princess.” Hercules said, shoving the last of the suitcases into the trunk. “I don’t mind.”

“Thank god because I will get road rage and I will yell.” You sighed in relief, quickly kissing him and Laf on the lips.

“Mon Amour, we know, that’s why he offered.” Lafayette grinned, helping you in the car next to Alex, John was already falling asleep on his boyfriend’s lap.

“Fair enough.” You yawned, buckling your seat. You have Herc your address, feeling your eyes lids grow heavy.

11:24 am.

“Hey, Babygirl.” John lightly cupped his hands together, waking you. His voice was nervous. “Time to get up, little one.” You yawned, reaching you arms out as you stretched.

“What’d I miss?” You sat up, arching you back.

“I followed the GPS to the address.” Herc said from the drivers seat. “But I might of taken a wrong turn, because there’s nothing here.” You looked outside.

The car was on a familiar gravel road. Willow trees were hanging over, the swaying leaves hitting to car lightly.

“You did perfect, I can get us there from here.”

“I’m not complaining.” Alex said from above you. He had climbed through the sunroof and was sitting atop of the car. “It’s nice out here, really quiet.” You smiled, glad he was actually relaxing.

“Mon amour, do you mind driving? I think our Hercules needs a break.” Laf kissed Herc’s forehead. He did look tired, you nodded.

“It’s probably best I get us there anyway.” You opened the door, stepping out. The air was fresh, and warm due to the sun. It was different that New York, not filled with different smells, just the clear scent of summer.

Sunshine. A soft breeze. Wildflowers.

“Thank you.” Herc said sleepily, getting out of the drivers seat.

“It’ll be another thirty minutes till we get there, sleep.” You instructed him, kissing his cheek. “Alex, you should probably get back inside.” Alex did not get back inside.

“Honey come back in the car.” John whined, tugging on his boyfriend’s foot.

“But it’s nice up here.” He protested.

"Alexandre.” Laf said in a gentle, but warning tone. Alex panicked and jumped back in the car. Lafayette did have that effect on people.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Alex head was out the window, Herc was using John as a pillow, Laf was placing small kisses across the back of your hand and wrists.

You parked the stone pathway, that winded along the lake. The house wasn’t yet visible, shielded by the gardens around it. You could see some of your siblings on the docks, who were noticing the new car pulling up.

“Uh,” you clasped your hands together, gaining your boyfriends’ attention. You sent an apologetic look on your face towards Hercules since he was sleeping. “I want you guys to know.. my family has a different amount of money than most families.”

“We don’t care how much money your family has, Mon amour.” Laf pressed his lips to your fist. “We love you, and we’ll love your family.” You inhaled.

“Okay, and I’m just forewarning you on this one, their sort of crazy.”

“Don’t stall, Babygirl.” John teased.

"Oh my god! We can go swimming! Is that a speedboat?” Alex was bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Y/N!” Your brothers waved frantically from the docks.

“We could turn back now.. They aren’t very athletic.” You said, opening the door and stepping out of the car. The warm sun hitting your skin instantly.

You pulled out a familiar red whistle from your pocket.

“Is that a rape whistle?” Alex asked, popping his head out from the sunroof once again. You laughed, shaking your head.

“You’ll see.”

“That’s another boat? Do you own that one? What about that big floaty thing? Do you own that too? How about the-”

You pressed the whistle to your lips, blowing as hard on it as possible.

“HOLY FUCK!” John covered his ears, then looked around frantically, as if he was being watched. “I probably shouldn’t have said that around here.”

“That should summon them.” You put the whistle back in your jean pocket. “There’ll be a stampede in the house, so I think she should leave our bags here for now. If your ready to meet a family from your nightmares, right this way.”

“I really do hope your lying.” Laf blinked, watching your brothers that were on the docks dash into the house.

“This fountain is bigger than our kitchen.” Hercules stared in awe of the marble fountain.

“Screw the fountain!” Alex said, wildly gesturing back and forth from the fountain to the docks. “That speed boat is bigger than our entire apartment!”

“Is that a horse?”

“Moving this way.” You said, trying to change to conversation. You lead them down another gravel path that lead to your house. “You’ll probably sleep in my room, my bed is big enough.” You informed them.“

“Can we go swimming?”

Alex was probably the most excited about being on the lake. He was from the Virgin Islands and New York didn’t have the cleanest waters so he had to stick with pools. He was thrilled to be near the water and you could already picture the red sunburn he was going to receive after not wearing sunscreen.

“Yes, we can go swimming.”

“But the horses-”

“We can do that later.” You stared at the gardens that surrounded half of the house in a semicircle.

You grew up with a wealthy family. Your parents made a lot of money. They also wanted a big family. They exceeded the ‘normal’ amount of children by having thirteen more kids.

“Chase, Lucas, Oliver, Charlie, Percy, Scott, Tyler, Dylan, Theo, Mason, Roy, Conner, Cory, Liam, Benny and Y/N.” Alex murmured again, kicking rocks under his foot.

“Scarlett, McKenna, Diana, and Marco.” John added, taking his boyfriend’s hand. “And then William, Hunter, Zara, Kylie, Owen, and Lydia.”

“Jemma and Stephen are your parents.” Laf finished.

“Why thank you, now I know all of my family member’s names.” You said sarcastically but a large grin was spread across your face.

You were happy, this was your childhood home. You grew up going to this house every summer. And this week, you got to not only share it with your family but your boyfriends as well.

You stepped up to the front door, turning back to your boyfriends. You inhaled once more, telling yourself to relax.

You smiled at your partners. “Welcome to hell.”

Okay thank god I finished this today. I will definitely update next week. I hope you enjoyed and honestly I’m super jumpy right now and sorta bored now that I’m posting this because it’s only been two hours and thirty minutes since I got in the 'Space Mountain’ ride at DisneyWorld. Okay *inhale* thank you for reading.

#polyhamilsquad x reader hamilsquad x reader #hamilton x reader #laurens x reader #mulligan x reader #lafayette x reader #freckledandfighting

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hamilton-liberty-college-au · 8 years

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How Aaron and Theodosia Met

Written by Melody and Lei in collab. Words: 1,040+ Trigger Warning: None This has been done for months, oops. Also it’s in POV of Aaron. -L

I walked into “The King’s Coffee Shot” like I usually do. I like going at the beginning of the year every year to meet the new college employees. This year I was going to school with them. I walked in and ordered the usual with my back to the counter looking for new employees.

“Um, I’m new here, what’s the usual?”

“Oh, a tall decaf espresso with caramel and a bagel, please.”

“Right up, and your name?”

“Uh, Aaron Burr, and you?” I replied. She tapped her name tag. Her name was Theodosia Prevost. I sat and waited for my coffee. Thinking about Theodosia. I was thinking until I felt someone tap me.

“Aaron Burr, sir, your coffee’s ready, I’ve been calling you for the past three minutes.” Theodosia handed me a coffee and a bag.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, you spelled my name wrong, it’s A-a-r-o-n not A-r-o-n.” It was a common mistake, so I didn’t mind too much-

She didn’t stop walking away, though I could see her smiling.

The next day I went back to the King’s Coffee Shot, and was happy to see Theo working there again.

“The usual.”

“Ah yes, Aron Burr, sir,” she replied, smirking at her intentional error. So I argued my name was in fact Aaron.

“No it’s AARON.

“Sure, sir.”

“Stop calling me sir.”

“Whatever, your highness,” She winked at me. Wow, I think she’s more of a smart-aleck than Alex.

“Actually, sir works.”

“Good for you, sir.”

She was smiling the entire time. I sat down to wait for my coffee, this time listening. Little did I know I should have specified that sir does not work.

“Sir, Sir, I HAVE AN ORDER FOR SIR.”

“I told you, it’s Aaron.”

“My apologies, Aron.”

“No! It’s A-a-r-o-n.”

“Okay A-A-ron.” She scribbled out Sir and put A-A-ron. I glared at her. She smirked back. I scribbled out A-A-ron and put Aaron. She put a dash in between the a’s. I took the sharpie, scribbled that out and wrote Aaron. She scribbled it out and put her number.

“Thank you for coming.”

“I am very pleased with my service.”

She saluted me. I saluted back.

The second I got home I put her phone number in my contacts. Then asked George the exact appropriate time to text a girl back. He said 47.5 minutes. Probably just to mess with me but I did it anyway. Exactly 47.5 minutes after I got her number she got a text.

A.Burr: Hey you’re cool, wanna hang out Theo <3: That took a while… you get dating advice from a friend? A. Burr: No Theo <3: Yeah right Theo <3: George Washington? A.Burr: No. Theo <3: 47.5 minutes, you’re not the first A.Burr: *gasp* Theo <3: Gasp is right, but sure let’s hang out.

The thing about George was weird, but I just got a date with a female, not extraordinarily beautiful, but very witty. The next day I went to the coffee shop and decided to give her a nickname.

“Hey Theo, the usual.”

“My name’s not Theo, A-A-ron.”

“My name’s not A-A-ron it’s Aaron”

“Sure A-A-ron. So dinner tonight? I made reservations at 6:30, dress semi-formal.”

“Isn’t the man supposed to d-”

“A-A-ron, I would suggest not messing with me or my feminist club.”

“You know Angelica Schuyler?”

“She’s not on my campus, but sure.”

“Oh.”

“Sir, there’s a line.”

“Don’t sir me, Theo.”

“Don’t sass me, A-A-ron”

“I’ll take my coffee Theodosia.”

“It’s not ready A-A-ron, I was talking to you the whole time.”

I sat down…. She was smirking.

“Aaron.”

Can’t be me. I’m A-A-ron, apparently.

“Aaron Burr, sir.”

“You called me by my real name. I thought I was A-A-ron.”

“Don’t push your luck, A-A-ron.”

“Dinner at 6:30?”

“Yep.”

I left feeling so happy that I had a date, now I could tell people.

I walked in the house and shouted, and shouted a bit too excitedly and out of character,“HEY GUYS I GOT A DATE!!”

“We already know him, he’s your cat,” Hercules said with a snort.

“A real person, A HUMAN FEMALE.”

“Woah, Aaron calm down, you haven’t been this excited since you got the cat,” George said quizzically “What’s this girl like?”

“You know her apparently. Theodosia.”

“A friend went out with her.”

“Suuuuuure, George,” John had sarcastically said with a huff.

“I’ve been with Martha for years.”

“Suuuuuure, George,” John repeated, I couldn’t help but crack a grin.

“Well, you’d best tell your cat the news. He hates to be left out,” Hercules snickered.

They might be mean, but I have a date with a great, witty, sassy girl. In TWO HOURS?!?! I need to get ready. I haven’t been in a date in… one… two… three… six… years. I showered, tried to find semi-formal wear, whatever that is. George gave advice. Then I realized at 6:20. I didn’t know where the reservation was.

A.Burr: hey Theodosia what’s the restaurant?

Theo <3: Carmines.

Now I needed to walk there. I made it at 6:29 and Theo was impressed by my punctuality, as she didn’t get there until 6:45. The entire time she became more and more beautiful as her personality was revealed, time seemed to stop with her. Nothing else seemed to matter, until the waiter came to give the check. We both grabbed for our pockets, and I realized in my rush I had forgotten my wallet. But by the time I looked back up, Theo already had her credit card in the check.

“You know the guys sup-” I started.

“You want to A-A-ron?” Theo interjected, I was silently relieved.

“Nah, I’m good.”

She smirked. After dinner I walked her back to her apartment, and she invited me in.

“Oh my god,” I’d said, walking over to her cat, who was sitting on the arm of a couch.

“What?”

“Theo, you have a cat.”

“Yes?”

“Just, you have a cat.”

She walked into her room.

“I love you.” I whispered to the cat, patting its head.

“What?” Theo shouted.

“Nothing.” I said quickly, standing up again and putting my hands behind my back in a formal manner.

“You’re the first guy who gets this far and hasn’t tried to kiss me.”

“Well, with a jewel such as yourself, I’m willing to wait for it.” I was pretty smooth.

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