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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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deansmom · 4 years ago

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(ao3) pls accept this very old mcdanno fic I never published, in which there are feelings and a kiss. also, soup snakes.

"So, Steven."

Steve smirks a little bit, leaning back against his desk like the smug asshole he is. This conversation has been a train wreck from the start.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Danny raises his voice for dramatic effect to accompany the accusing look he's shooting at Steve. "You and me."

"Have you ever considered that maybe I'm interrupting you because you talk in incomplete sentences when you're nervous?"

Danny glares at him and flails his hands around unhelpfully, "See, this! This is what I'm talking about!"

Steve rolls his eyes, "You weren't talking about anything Danny. We were tailing a suspect and you said, out of the blue, 'do you know what a soup snake is' and here we are.”

"This -" Danny shakes his head and runs a hand over his face, "You know, if you ever let me finish a sentence I wouldn't have to bring things up like that."

Steve grins as he watches Danny start ramping up to a full-blown rant-down (the Williams version of a meltdown). He gets up after a moment and sets a hand on the other mans shoulder, his smile a little kinder. "Hey. I'm listening."

Danny looks up at him and deflates. He brings both of his hands up to his face and groans, "Okay. Okay, so..."

He walks a few steps away from Steve and collects himself before saying, "So Gracie is reading this book, right? And it's been so long since she was excited about a book so I said sure, I'll read it with her, cause y'know, that's what you do, you read books you don't care about just to spend time with your daughter before she starts to hate you."

"Danny," Steve sighs and rests against his desk again, "Gracie could never -"

"Shut up," Danny interrupts with a flail. He's yelling with his hands. "Shut up or I'm never gonna get through this okay?"

Steve stays silent as way of answer.

It takes another few seconds before Danny says, "So this book. Some actress wrote it and she was on that show The Office."

Danny turns to look out at the rest of the squad room and runs a hand through his hair, "She's got this friend and he's - he's her ex. Best friends though, like, the kinda thing you hope for growing up.

"And Mindy - that's the actress - everybody wants to know why they're not together. So she's got this chapter in this book and she says y'know, it's weird, their relationship, but they're soup snakes."

Steve has to bite his tongue.

"And - Gracie, you know, she turns to me and she says, 'That sounds like you and Uncle Steve, Danno.'"

On instinct, Steve's body tenses up and he's got to remind himself to breathe.

"So I'm thinking you know, she's just a kid, she doesn't know things. She's smart but she doesn't, you know - she doesn't know this."

Danny lets his head fall forward so it's resting as close to his chest as it can. "Do you know what soup snakes are, Steven?"

He has to take a moment to get his voice to work before he responds, "Uh... No, afraid I don't."

Danny spins around suddenly, and gestures around, "It's from an episode apparently. The main guy, his ex comes to town and he spends the whole episode trying to explain why he doesn't have feelings for her when he clearly does and he doesn’t want to be friends with her and - it's jibberish. Makes a toddler look like a genius."

He takes a few steps closer to Steve, apparently more determined now, "And he makes this list. The number one reason on it is because they're soup snakes."

Danny pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and pretends his hands aren't shaking. It's harder to pretend his voice isn't shaking though when he starts reading it.

"I lied to Kevin. Holly and I can never be just friends. I wrote down a list of bullet points why Holly and I should be together, and I'm going to find the perfect moment today and I am going to tell her. Number one: "Holly, you and I are soup snakes." The ... and the reason is... because... in terms of the soup, we like to- that doesn't make any sense. We're soul mates. Holly and I are soul mates."

Steve's heart is pounding in a way that it hasn't since he went through basic training and he's suddenly sweating bullets. "That's, ah..." He licks his lips and tries again, "That's a nice story, Danny."

Danny seems to ignore him, keeping his eyes on the paper, “So, there I am, sitting in my living room with my daughter, my lovely, amazing girlfriend in the kitchen and...”

He looks up at Steve finally and he looks terrified - like walking into a tunnel terrified.

“And see I’m - I’m having a crisis. Because this?” He gestures in between the two of them, “This wasn’t - it’s not -”

“Yeah,” Steve croaks out, his voice rough for a number of reasons.

Danny opens his mouth uselessly, the words on the tip of his tongue and refusing to come out.

Steve takes a step closer, well within his personal space now and swallows nervously, “It doesn’t have to be. I mean, if you...” He lets out a breath, ignoring his stuttering heart, “If you don’t -”

He’s not an idiot. Despite what Danny likes to think, he’s not a ‘neanderthal.’ He’s got feelings, lots of them, and he knows what they all mean.

He knows that he’s been in love with Danny since the day they met.

“But it is!” Danny yelps, his hands coming up to rest on the back of his head, “It already is Steven, it doesn’t matter if I -”

Steve sets a hand on his shoulder, effectively shutting him up. It doesn’t matter, not really, because the only thing he can hear is the sound of his heart racing in his ears.

“Did you break up with her?” He asks, terrified of the answer.

Danny makes a face that clearly communicates how dumb he thinks Steve is, “What, are you insane? What kind of person do you think I am, huh?? Realize I’m in love with my best friend and keep dating a perfectly nice -”

And, well, that’s enough.

Steve leans down, slamming their lips together in both an effort to shut him the hell up and finally, finally find out what kissing Danny feels like.

Danny groans into it, his hands coming up to fist Steve’s shirt.

They’ve always been a bit of a disaster together, two halves of different puzzles that shouldn’t fit, but they do, they fit so well, and kissing is no exception.

There’s a literal push and pull and before Steve realizes what’s happening, he gets pushed back into his chair. Danny’s standing there looking absolutely wrecked, the toes of their shoes knocking against each other, and Steve has never seen anything more beautiful.

“You,” Danny huffs, trying to catch his breath, and points at Steve’s chest. “Are an asshole.”

Steve squawks, his hands coming up to grab Danny’s thighs, “Me?!”

Danny glares at him, but still moves so that he’s partially on Steve’s lap.

Something fizzles out in Steve’s brain with all this physical contact and he’s expecting something, something like a kiss or frotting or - something.

Instead, Danny pinches the sensitive part of his upper arm, hard, and Steve yelps.

“Do not interrupt me when I’m talking to you,” he hisses.

“Talking at me is more like it,” Steve mumbles, unable to take his eyes off of Danny. They’re so close, they’re so fucking close, and he’s got years of pent-up frustration and theories he wants to explore.

There’s a bead of sweat rolling its way down Danny’s throat and Steve just watches it go, wonders how angry Danny would be if he leaned up and licked it right now. Probably really angry, he seems like he’s really pissed, and Steve’s not sure why.

Then again, he usually isn’t totally sure why Danny’s mad at him.

Danny’s hand grabs his chin, forcing Steve to look back up at him, “Steven.”

Steve licks his lips, his mouth feeling suddenly very dry, “Yeah?”

“We are at work,” he reminds him, his tone going a little softer.

He sounds, for lack of a better word, wrecked. He sounds like Steve feels, which is a little raw and a little off balance and -

Steve groans, his head falling forward and landing on Danny’s clavicle. Stupidly, some part of his lizard brain can only think about how good he smells.

“Yeah,” he sighs, his eyes closing. “Yeah, okay.”

Danny presses a kiss to his temple, softer than anything Steve thinks he deserves, and finally pulls away from him. Steve makes a noise of complaint at the loss of contact and it feels like his chest is going to explode with the quiet laugh from Danny it earns him.

God, he really loves him.

He watches as Danny fixes his hair, fixes his shirt, tries not to look like his whole world has been rocked in the last ten minutes.

Steve doesn’t even try to pretend he isn’t doing exactly what he’s doing.

Danny catches his eye after a moment and grins, walking around to the front of the desk.

This is the part of Danny that Steve’s always had to experience from the outside looking in, and now, he’s the center of that look and. Wow.

“Hey Danny,” he hears himself choke out right as Danny’s about to walk out of the office.

Danny turns around, the door half open, and somehow the bastard looks like he always does, like this is all normal. “Yeah?”

It takes his brain a little bit longer than normal to figure out what it was he was going to say, and when it does he wants to laugh.

“I’m gonna need that report before we leave tonight.”

Danny’s face does that thing where it scrunches up like Steve’s being the most unreasonable dictator in the world and he starts yelling (’I don’t yell at you Steven, I explain loudly’).

Because he’s an idiot, and he’s hopelessly in love with his partner, Steve just grins.

Yeah, he thinks to himself. Yeah, this could work.

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years ago

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I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Richie x reader (18 years old) where he has had a crush on the reader since the whole IT situation but never acted on it until he hears they are moving to go and attend college and it’s a whole sweet thing where he is outside her house practicing what to say and she hears it through her window or something? Idk if that’s clear or not. Thank you! Also I LOVE your writings! Hope you have a wonderful day/night! 💕

It’s been so long since I’ve written for Richie holy moly but this is so cute!!

Warning, some strong language!

Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

Richie Tozier couldn’t stop hopping.

When he woke up, shoving his duvet on the floor and grabbing the first Hawaiian shirt laying askew on his desk chair, he was shaking. When he shoved Eddie’s face out of the way as he tripped over him on the way to his door, he was trembling, although Eddie only snorted and rolled over in his sleeping bag to go back to snoring. If he knew that he was actually doing this, if Bill knew, although he was still sprawled out and half falling off the beanbag, that he was finally going to muster up the courage to confess to you before you left the Losers, he would never hear the end of it. When he shut the front door, squeezing his lips together so as not to wake his parents, he was beginning to jump from foot to foot.

‘Come on, Tozier, you fought a child eating clown. You’ve got the high score on every game in the Arcade. Heck, you’ve even made Eddie Spaghetti laugh out loud and spit his milkshake all over Ben’s face. You’re hilarious, you’re a fantastic catch-’

Kicking a can off of the road, he sighed to himself as he passed Derry library, his breath fogging up his glasses in the early modern light.

‘Who are you kidding, you’re just a Loser. She’s totally going to reject you. Shit!’

Crunching over the grass by the school, he finally hopes on his breaking down, creaking bike, and fills the empty streets with the sound of his wheels spinning and his heart thumping with each cycle. The dew shines in the first rays of the rising sun, brightening his sneakers with a glint as his tracks leave their own footprints on the grass - the only path to show that had been there.

He didn’t mean to reach you at sunrise, but he had found himself sleepless last night. He had expected you round at the Losers’ sleepover last night, but you had to phone up late and inform him that you had to start packing. Mike had been the one to find him, just leaning his head against the wall with the phone still hanging limply in his hand. He had to place his hands firmly around his shoulders to pull Richie away, leading him back into the others with a tight grip, but Richie was gone, far away, as if he was disappearing in his grip like a ghost. Eddie was about to say something later that night, but the look of fear, and dejection on Richie’s face when he slipped under his covers and just turned his back to the others, made him stop and just settle down in his freshly pressed sleeping bag.

The morning, thankfully, wasn’t as grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant lander started to break out from behind the clouds, merging behind his raven hair into neon pinks and peaches.

Finally arriving at your house, he dumped his bike on your lawn and ran around to face your bedroom. Little did he know, that you were also awake, still thinking about your phone call last night. Placing your hand on your windowsill, you sigh as you just stop for a moment, ignoring the boxes in the corner of your eye and instead just leaning by your net curtains.

Behind the glass, and the fabric, was the ever changing art of the sky, and the boy you couldn’t see yet below it, who was desperately trying to put into words the ever exploding feelings in his heart. There was such a feeling of nervousness, of joy, of electricity in the air, a sense that secrets were about to be whispered into the transitory and eternal air, changing and constant and not able to be swallowed in again.

Stopping suddenly, you start to hear a squeaking voice warble out from down below.

‘Y/n, these feelings I have for you are embedded in my - come on, are you five, that sounds so dirty. Even when a clown was trying to turn into a werewolf and eat my fear or whatever, or when we went into that crack house, I was never afraid, because you were with me. I’m scared, that if you go, I’ll vanish as well.’

You reach out towards your curtains and draw them aside softly. You have to blink away the sun for a moment as it comes in and bathes through the square of light in bright gold, warming the wood by your toes and bathing your face. You nearly choke with laughter at the sight of Richie Tozier pacing your garden, gesticulating wildly to himself as he swings about. He stops, nearly skidding as he throws his hands down in defeat.

‘We are two halves, but we make a whole- that’s so cheesy, you sound like Benny boy now.’

‘You’re my real family. You’re the only person who really actually gets me and I-I, shit man, you can’t do a Bill now. I love you. It’s just as simple as that. I love you, and I’m terrified. Damn, Trashmouth, that's not half bad.’

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you slide your window open and shout down at him.

‘Trashmouth, are you trying to wake the whole neighbourhood up?’

‘Why the hell are you up? I thought only creeps and nerds were up this early!’

‘Is that why you’re here?’

‘I thought I’d try out my new material on the best clown I know!’

A muscle twitches involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace as he looks up at your raised eyebrows and slight smirk.

‘How much, exactly, did you hear of my musing?’

He folds his arms over his Freese’s shirt and flowing Hawaiian as he begins to hop from foot to foot again. Never one to keep still, he tries to keep his mind off your answer as you think above him. He tears his head away from your head, as it pops out the side of the window and dangles down at him like an angel floating in a halo of silver above his head, trying not to focus on the way your words would either see the dawn of his hope, or snap his dreams right in two.

Instead he nudges his glasses a little higher on his nose, as if the thought the midnight rims should pay attention too - silently focusing together.

‘If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way too.’

‘W-what?’

‘Would you just get up here before my parents wake up?’

Richie doesn’t waste any time to grab a hold of the ivy climbing on the crumbling bricks, his feet slipping and sliding to try and keep up with his scrabbling as he tears up the side of your house. He’s so quick, you don’t know where he is until his nose bumps against yours, and he nearly collides straight against your mouth, the only thing barring the two of you being his glasses.

‘What did you just say?’

His expression is uncharacteristically serious, and yours is so bright in response. He wonders if you know how much that drives him crazy, how it makes him want to reach out and feel every curve of your skin, but instead he stays hovering a few inches away from your face, waiting for some miracle that his hearing quite hadn’t caught up with.

‘I said, I love you too, you idiot. What a time to tell me.’

‘Y-you love me?’

‘Would you hurry up and kiss me before you fall? Gosh knows you’ve waited about ten years too long.’

He rolls his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it, before he slightly wets his lips and lets himself fall forwards into your grasp. He melts into you, clumsily, and a little messily, but he manages to steady himself and reach up to cup your cheeks, lips desperate as they capture yours again and again, warm and tasting slightly like cherry, but so needy for you.

‘You’re right, I am an idiot.’

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All You Never Say - Part 4a

Mr Mikael and Mrs Esther Mikaelson and Dr Grayson and Mrs Miranda Pierce request the pleasure of your presence at the wedding of their children:

The Hon Elijah Edward Mikaelson and Dr Katherine Elena Pierce

On the twenty-third of June, twenty-twenty one, 1400h at Ely Cathedral followed by a reception at Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire

Dress: White Tie

23rd June 2021, Mikaelson Manor, Ely Cambridgeshire - 8:47am

“What do you mean the beagle ate the wedding cake?” Caroline hissed, shutting the door behind her so as not to alarm the bride on her big day.

“Well, I can detail the stages of destruction, but yes, the Mikaelson's beloved pet dog decided to taste test the cake early, long story short.” Caroline was certain that the housekeeper’s use of “the Mikaelson’s beloved pet dog” was clearly by design.

Caroline was all for adorable dogs, especially those that were photogenic for the wedding album like Tully, but not those who scoffed the cake before the ceremony had even begun. Especially given that extra amount of fondant and extra tier which cost the earth.

But given the way Tully looked at her with those imploring, brown eyes and the telling evidence of frosting smeared across her chops, she was close to calling it a day.

Who needed cake anyway? It was worth way too many calories and most people would be so drunk that far into the festivities it wouldn’t even matter, right?

“So, I see you’ve met our cute but pressing problem.”

Caroline turned to see the best man in all his glory. And by that she meant those unkempt curls, sly grin and a fitted, tank top that should be illegal given those arms on display.

Was this their thing? Just running into each other partially clothed. She looked down at her ensemble self-consciously glad for the shorts, t-shirt and the Maid of Honour monogrammed robe that she greedily pulled across her chest.

“Our problem?”

“Because a problem shared is a problem halved right, wedding buddy?”

“Wedding buddy? Oh, you mean the same guy who wanted to document the lost ring for speech fodder?”

“It was a joke but clearly you don’t know what that means, grouchy.”

“Oh, like that time you let your dog, albeit cute, eat the wedding cake before the ceremony. I only hope the Bride and Groom figurines are still firmly intact at least?”

“Well, their passing was most definitely mourned,” Klaus noted. Caroline was trying to be mad, but he was doing that thing where he looked cute so as to avoid her wrath. Bastard.

“So, what you’re telling me is that we have no cake or cake topper and the wedding is due to start in 5 hours?"

“I mean there’s some cake left, albeit a mess, but if the guests want to eat it off the floor...”

“Yeah, I can see the Prime Minister doing that. You are not helping, Mikaelson. Look, I’ll call the baker, they must have a back-up cake on hand, otherwise why are we paying them such an exorbitant amount? I mean it’s a cake, like it’s hard to bake one of those,” she rambled, the reality of the situation making a sudden and ugly appearance.

“Okay, I didn’t want to tell you this because you are clearly already upset but the baker has no wedding themed alternatives,” Klaus explained, shooing away both the guilty canine and her loyal housekeeper in the process, no doubt by design. This was not the news Caroline wanted to hear and clearly he knew it.

“What?"

“You are not going to lose it, not on my watch, Forbes.”

“I am not losing it,” she hissed, finally finding her voice. “But she is your dog and that makes you responsible for my mood.”

“She is a Mikaelson, I mean expensive taste comes with the territory,” Klaus replied. Caroline, meanwhile, felt the brief spell he had over her lift.

“Can you please stop offering up annoying commentary? We have an emergency, one that needs to be rectified STAT.”

“What I didn’t get to say was that the baker has two other cakes on hand.” Caroline’s ears pricked up, maybe all wasn’t lost.

“I’m listening,” she murmured.

Klaus pulled his cell from his pocket and swiped through his phone. “These are the options.”

He leaned in closer so she could see the photos but in the process his arm grazed hers and she was momentarily blindsided and not focused on the pressing emergency. It reminded her so much of two years ago, when she’d felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him.

Caroline told herself he must have been dreaming at the time but that didn’t take away from how it had felt. It felt good, really good.

“Alright, love?” She looked up into his blue eyes, only deciding too late that it was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

“I’m just shocked by...” she paused, her eyes hurriedly flickering to his cell screen. “Congratulations on your Retirement, Bernie?”

“I’m sure we can change a few letters around or something,” she gave him a look which plainly said it wasn’t going to happen. “Right, here’s the other one."

“Happy 6th Birthday to our Unicorn Princess? Don’t think Kat would mind being called a unicorn princess at all but not sure about Elijah...”

“Well, what suggestions do you have, Forbes?”

He had a point, there were none that forthcoming but then it hit her.

“The bomboniere.” Caroline was surprised she thought of it given she was so caught off guard by his close proximity and the unfolding situation.

“The what?”

“I don’t have time to explain wedding terminology right now, I have a bride to reassure that everything is peachy. Just meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes and put some clothes on while you’re at it.”

“Only if you do,” he smirked. Caroline didn’t wait before slamming the door in his smug face.

There were so many things to reconcile with Klaus Mikaleson and not just her feelings. Last night they’d shared more than a sandwich in the kitchen and two years ago...well that was another story.

Perch, Los Angeles CA - 14 February (two and a bit years earlier)

Caroline felt like she’d finally hit rock bottom.

Not because it was Valentine’s Day.

Or that she was single.

That wasn’t the worst part of her predicament. She was currently...well, before she could lament her situation a bell rang out, breaking Caroline from her regretful thoughts. She didn’t have time to bid Phil the Chiropractor farewell because a burly looking brunette appeared immediately in his place.

“Tyler.” Apparently there was no need for an actual greeting or for Caroline to ask his name in the first place. I suppose they only had two minutes so he was getting straight to the point. Caroline couldn’t blame him given how painful this whole thing was.

Caroline was going to kill them. First Bonnie, who wanted their apartment to herself tonight so she could cook a romantic dinner for current boyfriend Jeremy. Clearly he hadn’t been present at her most horrific of food failures given they were still dating.

They’d been living together since Bonnie relocated to Los Angeles nine months earlier and Caroline was enjoying rooming with her best friend again after so long. Then she got a boyfriend, even if he looked twelve, and Caroline was relegated back to her usual existence. It wasn’t like Caroline wanted or needed a boyfriend because her schedule was busy enough.

Which took her to the second person she had to blame. Lexi. Her colleague and friend, who decided they should spend the evening speed dating so Bonnie could “get it on with her boyfriend” as she put it. Caroline figured the fact she’d already signed them up weeks earlier and only asked right before a deposition hearing were the main reasons why she had no choice but to agree.

Now, here she was, pretending to be interested in Tyler and shooting deliberate looks in Lexi’s direction who seemed unaffected given the way she was attempting to read her guy’s palm. Smooth.

“I don’t think I got your name?”

“Huh?” She looked into his warm, brown eyes feeling guilty she’d been blatantly ignoring him.

“Your name?” Before she could reply, she heard a very familiar voice call out her name.

Then he appeared in all his gorgeous goodness, his ability to wear a suit had not waned since they’d seen each other last at a mutual friend’s engagement party. Why he was here of all places, she had no idea.

“Caroline, sweetheart.” Sweetheart?

“Do you know this guy?” Tyler asked, the confusion obvious. She didn’t blame him.

“Of course she knows me, I’m only her boyfriend.”

Her what now? Caroline was too shocked to speak let alone reprimand him for being a presumptuous idiot.

“You have a boyfriend? Then why are you here?”

“I’d like to know the same thing, mate,” Klaus agreed, his hands crossed over his chest. Caroline was madly trying to crawl under the table just so everyone would stop looking at her like she was some two-timing girlfriend.

Lexi meanwhile seemed to be enjoying the entertainment from afar, raising her champagne glass in salute, even if she had no idea what was happening. Caroline wasn’t enjoying it at all. She wanted to scream at him for being such an ass but at the same time a rescue from this situation was an equally enticing prospect.

“I…”

Before she could find the words, he found them for her.

“It’s my fault, sweet cheeks,” he implored, pushing past Tyler and placing his hands in hers. Caroline was trying to ignore the electricity it generated but also the horrible pet name he’d bestowed. Like he couldn’t have come up with something normal? “I neglected you and for that I am so sorry but just know that I will love you, always and forever.”

Was he kidding? Next thing he’d be pulling out a cracker jack bracelet or resembling any one of the romantic leads in a Nicholas Sparks adaptation. Caroline made a note to tease him about his taste in movies and television later.

However it seemed their audience didn’t mind one bit. Women and men nearby were more interested in fawning over the scene playing out than resuming speed dating. Even their organiser seemed transfixed.

She hated him, especially for interrupting her night and being the smug pain-in-the-ass she knew so well but she needed to get out of there fast and he was her ticket.

“Honey bear,” she cooed, noting the slight twitch in his jaw. Caroline knew he was trying to withhold his signature smirk. But why did he have to smell so good withholding it? His hands were still firmly intertwined with hers too. “You took me for granted, so why should I forgive you?”

Now he was trying to contain an eye roll, only someone who’d known him for that long could tell. And she was loving every moment especially if he was going to crash her speed date and embarrass her in the process.

“And for that I am eternally sorry, baby cakes.” Caroline had to really try not to dry reach. “But you are the one for me. We are destined to be together forever, like soulmates.”

As much as she wanted to draw this out and force him to eat those horrible and predictable platitudes, this show needed to end. Now. Given Tyler’s defeated expression she knew it wouldn’t be too difficult to transition to the bar and to a much-needed straight vodka on the rocks.

“You were an imbecile, Mario, but I’m willing to consider a reconciliation if you stop being an asshat and promise to worship me forever.”

Before she could relish in her response and the slight tugging at the edges of his crimson lips, he’d pulled her up and moved them towards the direction of the bar. No doubt because her demands were slightly out of the question and he was starting to feel embarrassed himself. Served him right really. Given half of the people were entranced by their conversation and the rest were clearly dubious she decided it was good timing to high tail it out of there.

“Worship you forever, someone clearly has tickets on themselves,” he muttered, gesturing to the barman. “And who is Mario? I so do not look like a Mario.”

“Says the man child named Mario who called me sweet cheeks and baby cakes."

“I was clearly being sarcastic,” he shot back, gesturing for a shot. “What was honey bear all about then?”

“You barrelled into my life uninvited, and last time I checked you don’t live here.”

“I'm in town for business and was having dinner with colleagues. Had I known it was going to be dinner and a show I might have arrived sooner.” Caroline chose not to respond immediately, just drank her vodka in one, long gulp. “Someone is thirsty.”

“I need to drink to deal with you.”

“Says the girl speed dating,” he whistled. “I mean you can be difficult and kind of abrasive, Forbes, but I never thought you’d speed date in a million years.”

“I am only doing this for Bonnie because she wanted the apartment to herself to cook for her date and then my friend Lexi signed me up without telling me,” she rambled.

“She’ll have another vodka,” he gestured to the barman. “So, I take it this boyfriend hasn’t sampled Bennett’s cooking yet? I just hope you left the fire extinguisher in plain view.”

“That’s what you took from all of this?’"

“I feel like if I delve too deeply I’ll be too immersed in all the Rebekah type drama and we both know that is not my thing.”

“I’ll be sure to pass on your best wishes to your sister,” she growled. “So, why involve yourself and embarrass me like that in front of total strangers? Let me guess, you’ve got no one to play with and were bored?”

“Don’t underestimate my ability to find a playmate, love.” The way he drawled “playmate” was making places below feel like they hadn’t in a long time. So much so that she didn’t even try to bite back. “Anyway, I thought it would be fun,” he teased, his left dimple making an unwanted appearance at that exact moment. “And I could tell you you needed rescuing.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress you need to save, Mikaelson,” she argued.

“Says the girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here,” he shot back. “So, you’re welcome.”

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” The patrons began to chant and tap their glasses, Caroline only just realising they seemed to have an audience of very interested speed daters watching their every move.

“I’m going to need more vodka,” she muttered, “But not here.”

Roosevelt Hotel, Beverly Hills - 2 hours later

“So, this is where you bring all your playmates?” It was the first thing that came to mind when Caroline spied the king size bed taking pride of place in his suite. They’d spent an hour at 25 degrees, the hotel’s poolside bar and were now in his suite.

Inexplicably.

Okay, maybe not so inexplicably.

Caroline wasn’t one to go to a guy’s hotel room - especially this particular one - but between the vodka buzz and the fact Lexi had picked up and Bonnie was enjoying her night in their apartment there wasn’t much choice about where to go.

The vodka had helped loosen her usual inhibitions and, although she’d never say it aloud, Caroline was enjoying his company. Although, if anyone asked about this temporary bout of insanity she’d blame the alcohol.

“ Says the woman who was questioning the existence of said playmates only a few hours earlier.”

“So, you won’t mind if I do this?” She stated, not bothering to ask his permission as she discarded her heels and jumped onto the perfectly made bed. He stopped what he was doing momentarily, his eyes transfixed on her short, black dress and bouncing, blonde waves.

“I’m going to have to tip the maid extra now,” his voice was low, husky almost.

“Maybe she deserves it,” Caroline shot back.

He didn’t respond immediately, just shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. She was watching him do it like it was in slow motion. Then he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Who knew forearms could be so...appealing?

Caroline was starting to think that she was entering some sort of alternate universe she needed to escape, if only just to keep her sanity and self respect. I mean he was Klaus Mikaelson and she wasn’t one of his “playmates.” Not by a long shot.

“Drink?”

“Water, please,” she replied immediately, he cocked an eyebrow as if to say she was no fun. “I’m a cheap drunk, what can I say? And who knows what else I might trash in this place under the influence?”

He seemed to accept her response, busying himself with drink preparation. “So, why exactly did you go speed dating in the first place?” He asked, filling a tall glass with ice cubes.

“I told you,” she panted, finally tiring of the activity and making herself comfortable on the expansive bed. “Bonnie…”

“I heard that version,” he pressed. “But I want the real one.”

He passed her the water and made himself comfortable on the bed, his aftershave combining with the dizziness and messing with her overall composure.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and maybe you don’t understand, but spending it alone can kind of suck,” she confessed. “Especially when your roomie kicks you out of the house.”

“I just hope you kick Bennett out on Halloween as payback.”

“You like Halloween?”

“You have no idea, love,” he chuckled. “No rose petals or corny ballads, just blood, guts and general mayhem.”

“Noted.”

“It’s just this ridiculous Hallmark Holiday,” Klaus offered, stretching out further and grazing her legs in the process. “It creates unrealistic expectations.”

“So, it’s Hallmark’s fault?”

“Hallmark is the tip of the iceberg,” he explained. “Every candy company, every florist, every jeweller and don’t even get me started on those terrible things they call romantic comedies.”

“You don’t like romantic comedies?”

“I try to steer clear for my own sanity, Caroline.”

“Not tonight,” she murmured, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “If I’m forced to stay in this mediocre hotel with you then...”

It was a lie and they both knew it but suddenly the less tipsy version of herself felt like she needed an excuse to stay the night with her best friend’s brother in such close quarters.

“I demand a movie marathon.”

“Terminator, Rambo, Rocky?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Mikaelson,” she shot back. “And I happen to know there is a marathon on television tonight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“I’m deathly serious,” she answered. “But before we start, I’m going to need some popcorn and a shirt.”

“You want my shirt?”

“Not the shirt you’re wearing, lover boy, don’t get so excited. But I can’t sleep in this dress.”

His eyes seemed to linger a little too long on her body and Caroline was trying to do everything in her power to remain calm. Luckily he broke the silence not too long after.

“I’ll get you a shirt, but I’m not going to enjoy these movies at all, understand? I am only watching these ridiculous excuses of cinema because you’ve taken my television hostage?”

2 hours later…

“So, the apparent “virgin who can’t drive” ends up with the step brother? I mean I’m not surprised given the poor and predictable plot but is this kind of union legal in the state of California?”

“For the fiftieth time, he’s not related,” she growled, throwing a few popcorn kernels in his direction. This is about Cher realising that material things in life aren’t everything.”

"Whatever you say, Forbes. Although, tell me after this movie ended she ditched the mansion, the jeep, the designer plaid and knee sock combination outfits and moved to the Valley?”

He was annoying but also eerily observant.

“Yes, I mean maybe? People with money can change.”

“They’ve clearly never met Mikael or Esther.”

He said it quietly but Caroline couldn’t mistake the pain in his voice. She knew about his difficult past but they’d never been close enough to discuss it and given they were lying in the same bed it didn’t seem like the best time to open that pandora’s box.

“Do I have a great choice for you next,” she promised, her eyes sparkling, hoping to lift the mood.

2 hours later…

“Are you crying?”

“No, for the last time I have allergies, Caroline.”

“Inside?”

“The pollen level was high today and the doors in these rooms are forever opening and closing. Maybe the maid doesn’t deserve such a big tip after all.”

Maybe it was cruel, but it was on television and there was no stopping the effects of the Notebook on even the most emotionless male.

2 hours later…

“I thought I’d seen everything,” he scoffed, stretching out tiredly. “She paid a guy to be her wedding date?”

“Not just anyone, he’s hot.”

“He’s an escort.”

“I think it adds to his overall appeal. He knows how to treat a woman because of his experience.”

“And how many escorts have you met?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Wow, if you ever show up to a wedding with a stranger, I’ll be asking for their credentials,” he joked. “Wait, you think he’s attractive?”

“Didn’t I just say that?”

“Each to their own I suppose, but that aside, the whole premise is just unrealistic.”

“It is a movie.”

“Yeah, a romantic comedy,” he shot back. “Case closed. Now, can we please sleep already? I think I deserve it after that marathon effort.”

“Fine,” she conceded, leaning across to turn off the lamp. “I have to say your shirt is very comfortable.”

“It should be," he replied, snuggling into the covers. “That’s my lucky Ramones t-shirt.”

As her head hit the pillow, Caroline was wondering why he gave her that particular shirt to wear. She couldn’t deny just how good the worn fabric felt against her bare skin and how the faint hint of his aftershave consumed her senses.

Sleep was immediate.

When she woke up the next morning and felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her towards him Caroline relished in the feeling. She assumed life would go back to normal but for now she was happy to live in the moment. It was probably better that way.

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inside-of-a-fangirls-mind · 5 years ago

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The White Wolf’s Dance; Chapter 5

Notes; SOOOOOO IDK. SOME SHIT WENT DOWN IN THE LAST CHAPTER AND WE SHALL HAVE SOME MORE FEELINGS AND READER GETS BRAVE. PLUS THERES A BALL NOW. SO AHH.

Words; 4,619

Pairing; Geralt X Reader

Warning; Cursing, harassment cause reader is an elf, Self imagine issues,

Also; Sabrina is totally out of character so i’m sorry but reader needed a friend and I made a little backstory for them that will be reveled later. They old friends and she is very nice.

(I do not own any of the gifs nor anything witcher)

Tag list; @andyl394 @grumgoblin @yuminyg @ayamenimthiriel @wintersoldierslut @tapismyforte

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*Chapter 5; A Passion for Tomorrow*

When you finally awoke the next morning your head was on fire, the room was spinning and way too bright for your liking. Pulling the pillow over your head you grumbled to yourself. Maybe drinking so much wasn’t the best idea you had ever had.

After a while of sulking in bed, you finally pull yourself to sit up, a hand on your head as you mutter a few words to alive the pain. Finally able to see without the room spinning you stand up and go to the mirror to straighten out your hair. Noticing you were still wearing the dress from last night. You grumble to yourself before quickly taking it off and looking around for some pants and a shirt. Dresses were not normally your thing, but last night you just wanted to be a normal girl and have some fun. That was over now.

You were digging through the drawers when you heard the door open behind you, turning to the door expecting Jaskier you wore a smile until you saw Geralt standing there a little wide-eyed. You nearly shrieked before grabbing a pillow off the bed to cover yourself. “How about you knock next time.” You muttered your cheeks a bright pink.

Geralt was speechless before quickly shutting the door, though he did stand outside it for a little while trying to regain his composer. It was always something with you. Either your flirting nonstop, getting drunk and wanting his attention, or he’s walking in on you naked. What was up with the timing?! He lets out a sigh before speaking through the door. “Jaskier and I are heading out, to the next town to see if the Barghests’ contact is still valid. I uh-” He paused a moment and you took a few steps closer to the door. “If you want to come along, I-” You smile softly before placing a hand against the door.

“I’d love to come along Geralt. Must be nice to have a competent fighter with you.” You teased with the biggest smirk before you heard his mutter under his breath before leaving. Part of you wanted to scream, the other part wanted to run the other way. You would be traveling with them, for how long you didn’t know, but maybe just maybe it would be until the end of days.

You quickly searched for pants now, wanting to be ready to head out. “JASKIER I NEED SOME PANTS DAMMIT.” You screamed and almost instantly he was knocking at your door with some. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks.” You opened the door a bit before smiling brightly at him. “I can’t wait to come along with you guys.” You hummed before pulling him into an awkward one arm hug. “I know this was your doing, thank you.” You whispered to him before shutting the door to quickly get dressed.

Once the pants were on, you quickly slipped on the shirt and buttoned it up, slipping your bag over your shoulder. Your sword strapped to your hip, bow to your back, and knife on your chest. You looked over yourself in the mirror before pushing your hair back to see your ears. You didn’t remember taking off the concealing spell but then last night came rushing back to you. Geralt laying with you, you laying with him, his hand on your cheek and a hot blush flooded your cheeks.

“Oh, Gods.” You whisper before putting your hands over your face. You couldn’t remember what you had said to him, was he only being so nice because he knew you liked him? Your mind was flooding with possibilities before taking a deep breath. “Just gotta pretend like it didn’t happen. You were drunk, Geralt surely knew that. As long as you act like it didn’t happen it will be okay.” You nod to yourself before heading out of your room and downstairs to where Keira was saying goodbye to the boys.

You wrap your arms around her and smile. “I will definitely be back to visit you, it’s been too long since I’ve had a female friend.” You chuckle before she hugs back.

“You are welcome back any time Y/N, it’s been a pleasure having you around.” Keira smiles before tucking your hair behind your ear then smiling. “Be proud of who you are. You deserve respect.”

You smile brightly before nodding and adjusting your sword. “Thanks, Keira. I’ll be seeing you.” You then head over to Jaskier as you two walk outside leaving Geralt alone with her.

“Jaskier,” You start as you notice another beautiful horse next to Roach. “What happened last night?” You whisper before he chuckles a little.

“You got drunk and confessed your undying love for him.” He teased as you playfully punched his shoulder.

“You might of, but I have no such love to confess.” You smirked to the bard before walking up to the horse. She was a creamy butterscotch color with black spots trailing down her backside. “She is gorgeous. I thought Keira only had the white one?” You turned to Jaskier as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Geralt thought with the three of us, we could use another horse. I think he means for us to ride together, he doesn’t want anyone touching Roach.” Jaskier walks over and pets the Horse before smiling to you. “And between you and me, I can’t ride worth a damn.”

You chuckled before adding a braid to her long mane, “What should we name her? I was thinking Slywia because she seems wild and free at heart.” You hum stroking her mane as she nudged her head towards you.

“She’s yours, name her whatever you like.” Geralt spoke before walking up and mounting Roach in one quick motion. Your eyes glance over to him before back to Slywia. A smile growing on your lips.

You easily mount her, stroking her mane again. “You here that girl? You’re all mine.” You hum before holding out a hand to Jaskier. “Get up here, I’ll protect you.” You teased as Jaskier took your hand and tried to get up on the horse but was struggling. Geralt trotted over on Roach and grabbed him by his collar and set him on the horse.

“I wanna be there by sun fall, let us go.” Geralt spoke before catching your gaze, offering you a small smile and then riding off. You smile before pulling Jaskier’s arms around your waist before taking off after him.

“Don’t make this a race, I’ll surely win.” You teased as the three of you road off onto another adventure.

You guys traveled all day and into the night, getting to the town and slaying the Barghests’ with ease. With you and Geralt, not many monsters stood a chance. You two fought like two halves of a whole. Where you swung he covered you, and when he swung you blocked. It was like watching a magnificent dance, only with blood and guts spilling all over the stage instead of flowers.

You guys didn’t stay in one town very long. Just long enough for you all to make some coin. You using your tactics to charm young men out of their coin for a night they would never forget, even if it was all in their minds. Jaskier with his songs and Geralt will monster killing. Though Geralt never spoke a word about how you earned coin, you knew it bothered him. But you would have never guessed why.

Soon enough in your travels, Jaskier came to both of you while you were drinking at an inn. “Guys, who wants to go to a party? I have an actual performance at Kaedwen. King Henselt has requested my presents for a royal ball. And of course, it wouldn’t be a party without you too, also many a little protection.” His smile said it all. Some royals there would be mad at him for sleeping with their wives and daughters. Jaskier did have very good luck with any lady he encountered.

“Sure. I’ve never been to a party at a castle.” You shrug before chugging your booze. Geralt looked annoyed but he just nodded as Jaskier sat down at the table smiling like an idiot.

“We have to be there in two days so let’s go!” He cheered before you stood up and paid for the drinks you all had and grabbed some supplies to go. When you all were walking out of the bar and a man bumped into you knocking you to the ground. You gritted your teeth before he just stared at you in horror.

“It’s a filthy Elf!” The man cried out going for his sword. You reached up and touched where your hair had fallen behind your ear to reveal your true identity.

Geralt was quick and stepped in front of the man, putting his hand on the other man’s sword. “Anyone even thinks about harming her will he slaughtered on the spot.” His voice was rough and deadly.

Your eyes quickly looked around the room, many others standing with their hands on their swords. Surely you could fight your way out of this one. You hand went to your own before Jaskier was pulling you up off the ground. “C'mon Y/N they aren’t worth it.” He whispered before pulling you towards the door. Geralt stood blocking the way out for all the men at the inn.

“Why are you protecting a filthy elf?”

“Don’t you know she killed our babies?”

“Something as disgusting as that doesn’t deserve to live.”

All the voices screaming out really got to you. You had almost forgotten how unkind the world was. While being with Jaskier and Geralt they never gave another thought to you being an elf. Jaskier even liked your ears and was always asking you to show him some magick.

As you were lead you, you sighed quickly covering your ears with your hair, not saying a word. Jaskier took your hand and lead you towards Slywia. “Don’t mind them. They used to say the same thing about Geralt. Maybe I should write you a song! Then they would show you some respect.” You offer a smile to Jaskier before mounting your horse.

“it’s fine, I’m used to it.” You lied before raising your hands to cast a concealing spell. But before you could Geralt grabbed your hand and pulled your attention to him.

“You don’t need to hide who you are from men like those. You don’t have anything to prove to them. I-” He started before going silent. You stared at him before at his hand holding yours. You could feel your heartbeat rising, your eyes welling up with tears.

“As I said, I’m used to it. It’s okay Geralt.” You offer a smile before pulling away and focusing on petting your horse. Jaskier managed to climb up behind you on Slywia before Geralt mounting Roach. The three of you didn’t talk much as you rode off.

Things like this shouldn’t bother you, the fairy tails of man, you always thought to be a myth. No one ever had any problems with you until they discovered what you were. Why did it matter? It didn’t change who you were. Men always loved to be around you until they found out. Why did being an elf mean so much to them? They had slaughtered your people, the great cleanse they called it. Why wasn’t that enough? Why did ever last elf need to die in order for them to be happy with your race?

“Y/N,” Jaskier whispered to you, before wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. “I think you are absolutely amazing, in every way.” His soft voice makes you smile.

“Thank you, Jaskier.” You smile turning back to look at him.

Soon enough you were arriving at the castle, it was just past nightfall and Jaskier thankfully did all of the talking. You couldn’t have done it even if you wanted to. You didn’t say a word as you put up Slywia next to Roach. Geralt’s hand touching your shoulder pulled you out of it for a moment.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft as he took your hand and lead you down a hallway from the stables. You were confused but again couldn’t be bothered to say a word.

Once he pulled you into a small room off the hallway, the doors shut behind the two of you. “Geralt, what is the meaning of this?” Your voice was weak compared to how confident it normally was.

“You don’t have to be here you know. You don’t have to go to this. You could ride off and be happy somewhere else you know.” His amber eyes found yours as you looked away.

“And where would I go? You and Jaskier are the only family I have now. If that means pretending I am human for a few days, I’ll be okay.” You offer a sad smile. “Men are weak for a woman like me, it wouldn’t be any different than before I met you all. Play the part, and I’ll be fine.”

“No!” He nearly shouts before backing you up against the door. “You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not. If someone as much as looks at you in the wrong way I will slaughter them on the spot.” He growled, his amber eyes meeting yours once more before softening.

“Geralt.” You whispered, your hand moving up to rest on his cheek. “I’ll be okay. I can play the part.” You whisper, finally realizing how close he was to you. His chest almost pressing into your own. His beautiful lips merely inches away from yours.

“I will protect you Y/N, you don’t have to hide what you are.” His voice was soft before his eyes cast down. You lift his head so he looks at you again a soft smile on your lips.

“Geralt.” You whisper before a smile lingers on your lips. How much you wanted to scream you loved him, how much you wanted to kiss him at this moment, to promise him you would do anything for him and Jaskier. As long as you all could be together. “Thank you.” You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek a soft blush covering yours. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” Without another word you left the room and ran off to find Jaskier so he could show you to your room.

“Y/N?” A soft voice called out causing you to turn around on the spot. Upon laying your eyes on the woman who called your name a smile grew on your lips.

“Rina?” Your voice was full of happiness as you darted towards the woman embracing her in a hug.

“I thought that was you!” Sabrina chuckled before pulling you closer to her. “It’s been way too long, but why are you here?” She pulled back looking over you.

“Jaskier, my ba- my friend is playing at the royal ball. He requested mine and our other travel companions company.” You smile before she links her arm in yours.

“Let me show you to your room, we have much to catch up on my friend. Plus you can’t possibly wear that to dinner.” She hums before the two of you are heading off down the hall.

“Y/N” Geralt called as he watched you walk away with the other woman. He had to take a moment to control himself before darting after you. Why did you always feel the need to hide who you are? Why couldn’t you just let him protect you for once? He wanted nothing more than to be there for you, yet you seemed oblivious to it. He sighed as you and the other woman were out of sight.

Jaskier had walked up to him, “Where Y/N? I got our room keys.” He held out Geralt’s key before looking over his friend. “Why do you look so out of sorts?”

“Y/N kissed me then ran off..” He mumbled before taking the room key. “Let’s just get this over with. Where are our rooms.” Geralt started heading off in one direction.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE KISSED YOU! GERALT WAIT!” Jaskier shouted as he ran after him. “You’re going the wrong way!”

Sabrina had taken you to her room. It was huge and full of vibrant blues and golds. “Rina you mean you live here? This is so beautiful!” You nearly cried out before running your hands over the bed covers. “And so soft.”

She chuckled before going through her closet. “The King lets me have whatever I want in return for aiding him. It’s a nice setup. It’s what I trained for. What I wanted you to train for.” She smiles before pulling out a gorgeous dark blue dress. “I think this will go nicely with your complexion. Or of course, you could go to black. But I think blue is more your color, especially here.” She held out the dress to you.

You took it in your hands, it had to be made of silk. From the sultry neckline to the soft slit up the left thigh, the golden belt and speckles over it, to the light white fade at the end. “Are you sure. This is much to fancy for me.” You can’t help but let the fabric run through your hands, it was the softest thing you had ever held.

“That’s your dinner dress, it’s a little too revealing for dancing don’t worry. I will have another for the ball itself.” She walks over and takes your hands in hers. “Y/N you deserve this. At least enjoy the royal treatment while I can give it to you. You will look amazing. No man will be able to keep his eyes off of you in this.” She hums before running a hand through your hair. “Now what to do with your hair. huh?” She pushed your hair behind your ears and smiling. “I’ve never seen you walk freely without concealing them before.”

You blush hotly before covering your ears with your hair again. “It’s nothing..” You whisper before laying the dress on the bed.

“It’s the Witcher, isn’t it? You’ve fallen for him and he’s the reason.” She hums knowingly. The sudden fear in your eyes confirms it.

“What! No! Geralt isn’t the reason for anything!”

“Darling, you’re eyes tell it all.” She smiles before tucking your hair behind your ears. “I bet he fancies you more like this huh? Your ears do add to your beauty after all. Go bath and I will be waiting”

You quickly go and bath yourself taking time to relax in the hot water a little, it’s been a bit since you could relax like this. But as soon as you were out Sabrina was waiting for you.

She patted the bed in front of her, and you sat there. “Sit still and I will make sure he will not be able to resist you.” She hums and before you could complain she was getting to work on your hair.

“Do-” You cleared your throat. “Do you really think so?”

“Honey if he has any sense in that brain of his, he will be weak in the knees when he sees you. Of course, if he hasn’t already fallen for you. If he has, he will be a stuttering mess. But from the way I can clearly read it on you, there’s no way he doesn’t know about your feelings.” She hums running the brush through your hair.

“Wait what! You think he knows?” Your cheeks heat up as you do your best to sit still.

“Of course he has, you have that dreamy look in your eyes. I bet you’re a blushing mess around him too. Just like the old days.” Sabrina chuckles before finishing your hair and looking you over. It was half up and half down. The upper part pulled to drape over your ears to hide them. Then flowing down your back in a wide braid. Two slight strands hanging on either side of your face and the rest curled. “My Gods I might make a princess out of you yet.” She giggles before holding up a mirror for you to look into.

Once you see yourself in the mirror your eyes go wide. “Is this really me?” you whispered before looking down at the dress.

“Don’t worry we still have makeup.” Sabrina cheered before getting to work on that, then helping you into the dress and heels. You take one long look over yourself in the mirror and hardly recognize yourself. “Just think you could have had your own palace, dressed like this every day my dear Y/N.” She hums before offering you some earrings and a necklace.

“I don’t think I could fight in this dress though. It isn’t a life for me. Besides if anyone ever found out my secret I would be slaughter on the spot.” You sigh before running your fingers along the V neckline that travels down your chest. Leaving nothing to the imagination with the fully open back on the dress either.

“Y/N What’s going to happen if you didn’t fight? You could have a safe life. You could stay here with me. I’m sure the King wouldn’t mind a sorceress as powerful as you.” She smiles before putting her hands on your shoulders. “Just think about it okay?”

Think about it you would, being able to sleep in a nice bed, bath whenever you wanted to and live within a castle would be the life. Never having to trick men or fight monsters for coin. But what about your friends, you couldn’t leave them.

“Come along, dinner is nearly ready. I’m dying to meet the man who has captured your heart.” She hums before walking out of the room.

“Rina! Don’t you dare go embarrassing me!” You call out after her as you try your very best to run in the heels she gave you. But every few steps you were stumbling. You even fell right into someone, thankfully they caught you before you could hit the ground.

“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry-” You started before looking up and seeing Jaskier holding you.

“Wow Y/N..” Was all he could say as he looked over you, you gave a small smile before getting out of his arms.

“Wow yourself Bard.” You smirk looking him over. The deep blue suit with the white ruffled shirt and bow tie looked amazing on him. “Didn’t know you could actually look good.”

“I didn’t think you could look like a lady either.” He teased back before you playful punched his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude, I can dress like this if I want to. I just don’t want to. Pants are a lot easier.” You look down the hall to see Sabrina waving to you. “Oh, Jaskier come meet my friend Sabrina!” You hum before Geralt walks up to the two of you.

You nearly freeze in your tracks, your eyes glued to him. The blue, very form-fitting suit he was in, the piercing-ness of his amber eyes, the soft grey of his ruffled shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top. Your heart felt like it was going to give out right then and there.

“Y/N” Geralt gave you a nod before walking past you. You stare after him before looking to Jaskier.

“Okay, that has to be illegal.” You mutter to yourself before Jaskier loops his arm in yours.

“C'mon let’s go meet your friend. You will have plenty of time to gawk at Geralt later.” He hums pulling you off towards Sabrina.

“I was not gawking!” You try to defend yourself but as soon as you see Geralt talking to another man you can’t help but let your eyes cast over him.

“Oooo So is that him? My, my Y/N. I can clearly see why you’re enchanted.” Sabrina giggled pulling you out of your daydream before looking to her.

“Rina this is Jaskier, and that’s Geralt over there.” You mumble before sighing. “Just don’t talk to Geralt okay?”

“Wait so you told her about your love for Geralt but wouldn’t admit it to me unless I begged? That’s no fair.” Jaskier pouted slightly before offering his hand to Sabrina. “I think we need to talk about Y/N’s situation huh?”

“Let’s.” Sabrina hums taking Jaskier’s hand before heading off to take seats at the table.

“Don’t you dare!” You try to stop the two of them but Geralt walks up to you and offers his arm. You stop in your tracks looking over him before biting your lip.

“Shall we also join them? Got to make sure Jaskier doesn’t sleep with the wrong royal tonight.” Geralt spoke before you put your arm in his as he leads you to the table. Taking seats together across from Jaskier and Sabrina.

You look to Sabrina and Jaskier with a glare. They talk with Geralt and you all night though Geralt seems unphased as normal. Did he not care that you kissed his cheek? Surely you wanted it to affect him, not for him to ignore it. But he was acting as if it didn’t even happen. Maybe Sabrina was wrong.

You all chatted away as you ate, the king making a toast. You smiled after being able to relax a little. There would be some light dancing tonight and then tomorrow a full out ball. You didn’t plan on dancing, hell you didn’t even know if you remembered how to. It had been ages since you had.

“Miss?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by a voice and tap on your shoulder. “I was wondering if I could have the first dance.” He hums offering you his hand. Before you could say anything he was pulling you out of your chair and spinning you around with a few others who were also dancing to the soft music.

You kept looking to Jaskier or Sabrina to save you, but they only gave you sly smiles. You were about to start tripping over your feet when a large hand grabbed the other man by the arm and pulled him away from you. “I think it would be best if you didn’t dance with Y/N,” Geralt’s voice surprised you, looking up at your white-haired savior you smiled.

The other guy knew he didn’t stand a chance against the witcher and headed off to sulk. Geralt offered his arm to you. “How about we get some drinks?” He offers you a slight smile before you nod.

Geralt was always coming to your rescue even if you hadn’t asked him to. It only made your heart swell with more love for this man. It didn’t take long for you to relax with your friends and drink into the night. Tomorrow though, tomorrow you would ask Geralt to dance with you. Tomorrow would change your relationship. Tomorrow you would tell him how you feel.

The whole night you didn’t realize Geralt’s eyes were on you and you alone. Seeing you in that dress, seeing you enjoy yourself fully. It made his heart pound. Surely the attraction was just sexual. It had been a while since he had been with someone. But even then, just your smile was enough to warm his whole being. Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow he could tell you. Tomorrow he would spin you around on that dance floor and show you he’s the one who knows you better than anyone else. Tomorrow he would return your kiss. Tomorrow you would be his and his alone.

Tomorrow would change everything, though the two of you couldn’t have guessed how.

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notveryglittery · 5 years ago

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@sleepless-in-starbucks: Me: Damn I wish I had an excuse to write creativisleepality :/ Me: Sees your post Me: Forget excuse I have an OBLIGATION to write qpr creativisleepality with insecure!Roman because like. I’m a predictable shit. Also just a heads up my wifi’s been crap all evening so like. If this arrives late. Blame my damn connection for being sunshine-phobic

(Warnings for aphobia, insecurity, all that fun stuff. happy ending tho because y'all know me)

dani: Y’ALL I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO PAUSE WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS RIGHT NOW. lia is a blessing, an absolute delight and joy and i love her with my whole entire heart!!!! this made me very happy and relieved and yeah it’s just really really good

Roman was finding the urge to slam his head into the wall a very difficult one to resist. It had been what felt like the longest day of his life, brimming with an overly critical director, some sneering possible cast members who had mocked his make-up, and particular idiot who Roman had thought was going to be the one spot of light in his day until… that happened.

Roman gave up and let his head hit the wall once, leaving it to lay there when the thought of Patton seeing him like this managed to stop him from continuing the process until the wall had a good hole in it. Remy would probably be upset, too, of course, but Patton would most likely cry, and Roman would sooner fall into an ocean of fire than hurt either of his loves.

“I mean… can you even call them loves?”

Roman curled one of his hands into a fist at the fragment of a memory. He could, damnit, screw Anton and his stupid face and his stupid words and his stupid, stupid reasoning…

“…Babe?”

Roman jerked out of his thoughts, realizing that Remy had come up to him, his Starbucks-barista-turned-partner frowning at him in worry.

“Yes, my darling?” Roman asked, pushing himself off the wall, trying to maintain his image.

“Are you alright?” Remy said, a perfectly reasonable question given Roman had been lying against the wall for five minutes, seemingly completely unaware of Remy’s presence next to him for a good minute of that time.

Roman plastered on a smile, hoping it looked even semi-convincing. “Of course! Why ever would you even have to ask?”

Remy reached forward, still frowning as he pushed Roman’s bangs behind his ear. Roman instinctively leaned into the touch, trying to not look pitiful while he did so.

“Honey,” Remy said, softly, and Roman really must be failing at this whole acting thing if Remy’s sounding that worried, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Roman assured. “I’m fine.”

Remy didn’t respond for a moment, continuing to frown at Roman until he wanted to squirm away. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Roman, Remy moved forward, his free arm wrapping around Roman’s waist, the hand he had on Roman’s cheek slipping behind his head and tangling itself in Roman’s hair. Roman froze for a second, the surprise hug startling him, especially from Remy. He was generally pulled into hugs and cuddle piles by excessive grabby hands and whined complainants from Roman and Patton.

Recovering from the surprise, Roman couldn’t be bothered to resist the embrace, wrapping his arms around Remy’s waist as he slumped into Remy, burying his head in the crook of Remy’s neck. He took a deep breath. Remy smelled like coffee beans and warm leather and sage and comfort and home.

Remy scratched the back of Roman’s head comfortingly. “Tired?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Long day?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Long day that did not go fine despite all your lies?”

Roman started to hum in agreement again before he realized his mistake, immediately trying to pull away from what he now recognized as a trap hug. Remy’s grip only tightened, however, still too comforting for Roman to truly want to fight it.

“You’re really out of it if you fell for that, sugar.” Remy cooed before yelling over his shoulder, “Patton! Roman had a sucky day and he tried to lie about it!”

Roman didn’t know if he closed his eyes for a moment and missed him, or if his marshmallow boyfriend had simply forgotten to mention that he had teleportation abilities, but one minute Patton wasn’t there and the next he was pressed against Roman’s back, hugging Roman tightly enough he was surprised Remy still had a hold on him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Baby, we talked about this.” Patton scolded, though his tone was so light Roman was fairly certain he was saying it more because he felt he had to say it than anything.

“I know, I know.” Roman said. “But it’s really nothing, the halves of my heart. Just something stupid someone said-”

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing.” Patton interrupted him, softly speaking, moving one hand to Roman’s hip so that he could rub circles into the skin. “What did they say?”

Roman opened his mouth to respond, to pass it off as simply as he could, to prove to them it was just some pointless comment he should have disregarded immediately anyways, and heard a sob come out instead, which was doing WONDERS for his image of ‘still wonderfully put together.’ The hand in his hair stilled in surprise, and Patton made a sound of hurt. Their worry only made Roman feel worse, and he couldn’t stop himself before the next words were spilling out, “I’m sorry I don’t love you enough.”

More sounds of pain, this time not just from behind him, but Roman ignored them, pressing his head further into Remy’s shoulder as if that would block out the entire world. He felt more than truly knew they were moving, though he didn’t focus on where or how. At some point his legs got tucked up so that they were resting on something, the warmth around him shifted but never enough so that it was truly gone, somehow ending up so that almost nothing had changed aside from the fact that the amount of effort he had to put into existing was substantially lessened.

That made it a lot easier to cry, hating that he was staining Remy’s shirt but knowing he couldn’t stop even if he tried. The warmth of his boyfriends’ around him didn’t seem to mind, hands gently running across his skin, a mix of soft pet names and quiet shushing sounding around him. Eventually his tears stopped falling, his sobs turning into hiccups that turned into nothing, until all he was doing was holding onto Remy and trying to sink into him and escape the world.

“Sweetie? Sweetheart?” Roman hummed in response to the names that were clearly being directed at him, still refusing to remove his head from the dark, warm safety of his boyfriend’s shoulder. There was a sigh that sounded caught between amused and concerned. “Please, love, we need to talk.”

Roman groaned and tilted his head, still resting on Remy as he looked over at Patton. They were all cuddled together on the couch, Roman securely held in Remy’s lap and against his chest while Patton remained wrapped around his back, better positioned to look at Roman, his sweet honey eyes laced with worry. Knowing he was the cause of it, Roman almost started crying again, not sure how he could vanquish it but knowing he would do anything to replace it with happiness.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright, you’re not in trouble.” Patton said immediately, cupping Roman’s cheek with one hand, brushing away the beginnings of new tears. “I just- We just want to know- Ro, starlight, why don’t you think you love us enough?”

Roman would have shoved his head back into the crook of Remy’s neck if Patton’s gentle but firm grasp wasn’t stopping him, forcing him to hold eye contact with his partner, half of his entire life, one of two people he’d willingly die for in a heartbeat as he said, as unashamedly as he could, “We’re just partners.” Patton’s brow furrowed even more, and Remy once more tightened his grip around Roman, and it took all his willpower to choke out, “We’re just partners, and not dating, and that’s it, that’s all we are, and you’re both just so wonderful you deserve more, and it’s not fair to you that you’re stuck with me and that, and-”

“Roman, please, please baby, stop!” Patton said, distressed, and Roman shut up. Patton was cupping both his cheeks now, running his thumbs over them repeatedly, as if he wasn’t just trying to comfort Roman but himself as well.

“I’m going to kill 'em. You said someone said this to you?” Remy asked, aggressively, nearly growling when Roman nodded. “Bullshit. It’s bullshit.”

“Language.” Patton said automatically, snapping Remy out of his mood.

Remy sighed, going back to running his fingers through Roman’s hair. “They’re wrong, sweetheart, completely wrong.” He reassured Roman, voice much softer now. “You love us more than enough, whatever they said was just stupid.”

“I- I know you say that, but-” Roman paused, searching for the words. “Kisses, and holding hands in public, and all of that… I can’t- I don’t offer you any of those things, and you deserve them so much, and that’s not fair to either of you.”

Remy chuckled, and the sound echoed through Roman’s chest. “Gurl, I feel like you’re forgetting I’m aro too. I don’t care about any of those things- I just care about you.”

“And we love you.” Patton added. “We love you because you’re an amazing cuddler and you love to sweep us off our feet and you have the most beautiful singing voice in the entire world and because we know you love us so, so much, and the fact that you don’t love us romantically isn’t even close to important.”

“And you love us too, right?” Remy asked.

Roman almost tripped over his words rushing to answer, unwilling to leave a single second empty without his promise, “Of course I do! I just-”

“Than that’s enough.” Remy cut him off, and it was so simple yet so adoring, coupled with the look Patton was giving Roman, like he’d hang the moon for him while Remy pinned up the stars, that every word that jerk had said melted away in an instant, like a million pounds right off his shoulders, leaving him so free and alive that Roman couldn’t help but lunge forwards a bit, twisting himself so that he could wrap his arms around Patton, pulling him backwards so they more or less landed on Remy, all pressed against each other and warm and real and solid beneath his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and continued on swiftly, before Patton or Remy even had a chance to speak, “I’m so sorry I listened to that bastard. He was an idiot, you’re so right. I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you so much, you mean more to me than any part in any play, than any gem or jewel, my dearhearts, my treasures, my loves.”

Patton giggled, and Roman couldn’t help the smile that suddenly blossomed on his face as Patton pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before just resting his own on Roman’s, whispering happily, “It’s alright, my prince, we know.”

“We know, but I still want to hear it more.” Remy protested, and Roman laughed as he turned his head back towards him, Remy’s dark eyes alive with amusement and glittering with love purer than freshly fallen snow.

“I love you.” Roman obliged him, hugging Patton closer to him even as he still watched Remy, “I love you more than summer sunsets and spring dew and winter frost and autumn colours. I love you more than sugar cookies and hot chocolate and crackling fires and-”

“-and more than the smell of coffee and crisp apples and fuzzy socks and soft pajamas and late night movie marathons and early morning grumbles and a thousand other musings.” Remy took over for him, smiling both smugly and softly as he brushed through Roman’s hair. “I love you all that and a million times more.”

“Cheater.” Roman accused heatlessly. “That’s my move.”

“It’s what you get for loving a dirty thief.”

“Pretty thief.” Patton corrected with his own smile, blindly reaching a hand back that Remy took immediately. “Pretty thief of our hearts.”

“Only after you got mine, cocoa bean.” Remy matched, lazily intertwining his fingers with Patton’s.

Roman reached a hand over as well, grasping around theirs. “You never stole my heart.” He said teasingly. “Considering you are my heart.”

“Your two perfect halves- yes, we are aware.” Remy said exasperatedly, but there was a fondness in his tone Roman knew he couldn’t shake. “You’ve got to come up with some better lines, doll.”

“Says Mr. Twenty-One-Nicknames.” Roman replied.

“You know you love them.”

“Do I know that?” Roman asked, laughing as Remy gasped in faux hurt. Patton laughed, too, shaking their held hands.

“You two are impossible.” He said, cheerily despite the chiding words. “I’m never going to get dinner made at this rate.”

“You’re welcome to go make it now.” Remy invited, though they all knew he wasn’t serious.

That didn’t stop Roman from tangling his legs up in Patton’s, whining, “Noooooooo, you have to stayyyyy.”

“But dinner… if I don’t go make it now I’ll never make it…” Patton trailed off, sounding more interested in staying.

“Then don’t go.” Roman offered, pushing his head up enough to nestle it against Patton’s shoulder, trying to sweeten the pot. “Stay and cuddle me.”

“And why should I prioritize that over dinner?”

“Because I’m still a little sad and I don’t want to let you go.” Roman said, blinking his eyes as sadly as he could for extra effect.

“Plus cuddling tops, like, all things.” Remy pointed out. “And I the remote’s in reach, and I think the Little Mermaid’s still in the player-”

“Cuddling on the couch it is!” Patton decided suddenly, finally releasing his boyfriends’ hands so that he could turn over and burrow into Roman’s chest, loosely hugging Roman as he settled in. Remy laughed as he snagged the remote, flicking on the tv and the corresponding underwater scene.

“And all it took was Disney.” Remy commented in amusement, dropping the remote as he shifted and wrapped his arms around both Roman and Patton. “We are going to get hungry eventually, though.”

“That’s a problem for later.” Patton said, and Roman was quick to agree with him, his arms still holding Patton against him even as he moved his hands to lay over Remy’s. Squished between his boyfriends now, tropical tunes starting up in the background, he couldn’t believe he had given Anton’s words a single moment of his time.

He didn’t need romance to love Patton and Remy- all he needed were eyes and half a brain.

Roman sighed, feeling more content then he ever had before. “I love you guys.” He said, softly, sweetly, simply.

“Love you too.” They both chorused at once, their care as tangible as their arms around him, and that was all Roman needed to know they loved him just as much as he loved them.

And that would always be enough.

(No editing we die like men- aka sorry if this is bad but like. I tried. Hope it makes you feel even a little bit better :) <3)

#creativisleepality #lia #fan fics #submission

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opulentcherries · 5 years ago

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this is love- reddie 1/3

ship: reddie [richie tozier + eddie kaspbrak]

age: 20/21

song: sober by bazzi

synopsis: richie only admits he loves eddie when he's drunk, but that's not enough for eddie anymore.

eddie kaspbrak was in pain.

and no, it wasn't because he foolishly had drank too much the night before andr had a raging headache. it wasn't because his voice was hoarse and his throat was sore from the screaming out his sorrows. and no, it wasn't from the cut above his eyebrow left untreated because the drunken haze afflicted on him last night.

no, this kind of pain was one that burrowed into your skin and festered into something dangerous. the type of pain that bruised you, that haunted you throughout all your days, and most horribly, your nights. this pain you couldn't escape. this pain was love.

eddie kaspbrak was in love.

he looked beside him at the mess of curls laying on his pillow. his eyes traced the trail of freckles dusted upon perfect cheekbones and a structured nose. eddie's small fingers reached and ran themselves through the dark locks, brushing his thumb along his bed mate's plump bottom lip.

suddenly eddie remembered how these things went. eddie retracted his hand like he'd been burned, tears threatening to spill out his eyes. no matter how many times they'd been in bed together, how many drunken confessions they'd shared, nothing ever changed.

richie tozier wasn't his, and he never would be.

the thought sent a ripple of pain through eddie's chest and suddenly the world became too blurry to see. this always happened. richie called him, he'd ask him to come out with him, they'd get drunk, and end up in bed together, whispering promises of things they both knew would never come.

eddie knew how these things worked, he knew richie. you see, drunk richie would make promises of love and future, of happiness and appreciation but sober richie, oh sober richie was quite the opposite. sober richie was eddie's friend. sober richie slept with anything that moved and didn't care about how it made eddie feel. sober richie didn't even look at eddie as more than just his best friend.

the pain bubbled in his stomach at the thought. images of last night and various others flood his mind; his hands tugging at richie's curls, eddie's name falling from richie's lips, a soft bubble of want and need swirling between them.

eddie then remembered how it was after the last time they slept together. how it felt to catch richie coming out of his neighbor's apartment without a single care in the world. or the ripping of his heart when he danced with guy after girl after guy at the club they went to.

eddie couldn't take it. since he was 14, since they were in the eighth grade he'd been in love with this idiot, yet the two still couldn't seem to get their act together. staring up at the pale white ceiling, the tears started to fall rapidly. all eddie wanted was richie. to hold and love like his own, instead of catch him at fleeting moments between hookups.

then eddie was angry. how could richie treat him like this? treat him like he wanted to give eddie the world when he had alcohol flowing through his veins, but completely ignoring him when in his right frame of mind. eddie didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve to cry himself to sleep each night, mind littered with constant 'what-ifs' and silly hopes for the future.

eddie got so angry he couldn't stand to be around richie. he slid out of his dark blue sheets, the tears still falling and picked up all of richie's clothes off the floor. he gathered them in one hand and with all his strength, hurled them at the sleeping boy.

richie woke up with a start, flinching at the clothes he saw next to him. he looked up at eddie with hooded eyes, heart momentarily skipping a beat. eddie's somewhat curly hair was messy and adorable, his small frames draped only in richie's shirt from the night before. richie never told him, but he secretly loved it when eddie wore his clothes.

he almost smiled right then, but suddenly remembered the way he was awakened. richie looked closely at eddie's face and his eyes widened, taking note at the tear stains down the beautiful boy's face. "eddie?" richie's voice was soft and raspy. "what's wrong?"

"get out."

richie froze, eyes glazing over. "what?"

"I said get out, richie. get out and never come back." eddie could feel the words clawing up his throat and he hated the way they tasted.

"eddie- I don't understand-"

"of course you fucking don't," eddie scoffed. "you never get it richie. i'm done with this, I'm done with us.”

"eddie, what are you talking about? what happened? last night was fun, it always is, so why are you upset?" richie had a dangerous feeling he knew where this conversation was going and he didn't want it. he rounded the bed, now only a couple feet from eddie.

"that's the problem, richie. it's always just fun. it's always just a night. I can't do this anymore."

"eddie, baby, listen-"

and then, eddie snapped.

"no, you fucking listen, richard! " eddie screamed, closing the distance between the two. he poked richie's harshly, causing richie to back up. "you do this to me again and again, and I can't any more. no more hookups. no more calling me when none of the others will answer the phone. no more spending the night. no more drunken promises that never carry to morning. I'm done, richie."

richie's blood ran cold at the words. at the amount of heartache placed beneath them. "eddie- stop. we have something good, don't ruin it. don't make us stop-"

"good? tell me richie what's good about this?" he was chalked full of unbearably heavy thoughts and his heart was on fire. "i'm in love with you, idiot!"

he had never said it sober before, neither or them had, but now it hung in the air around them, painfully loud. richie looked at eddie desperately, begging him to take it back. to say "just kidding!" so that they could go back to what they had before. richie tozier didn't do love, he couldn't.

"and I know you don't love me, rich. or you won't, whichever one, but I can't put myself through this anymore. it hurts, richie. seeing you with somebody else feels like my heart is being torn out of my chest. I love you, richie tozier, but I won't destroy myself anymore because of it."

richie's throat closed up and his chest constricted painfully. he wanted to say a million and one things, but all he could do was sit and stare heartbroken at the boy in front of him.

he could see the decision set in eddie's eyes and he hated it. when eddie was sure of something there was no getting around it.

"eddie, please." eddie nearly lost it at the crack in richie's voice but didn't, instead throwing him his keys.

"get out, richie. of my apartment and my life. lose my number."

richie wanted to yell, he wanted to scream that he loved eddie too, but he was scared, so fucking scared of what that means. he wanted to kiss the tears off his face and tell him he needs him, and that all those drunken promises were still valid now. he wanted to say so many things, but he couldn't.

so instead he grabbed his shoes off the floor, and headed across the apartment to the front door, pausing once more to look at the probable love of his life. eddie looked down, shoulders shaking in seeming agony and richie tozier swears he could hear his heart break at the sight.

"goodbye, eds.”

he closes the door with a soft click, and before his body can comprehend what's happening, he's crying, sliding down the door slowly.

eddie is on the other side as well, on his apartment floor, grasping the thin fabric he wears with conviction, scent of richie, cigarettes and vanilla, cloud his brain and weary heart as he sobs.

and eddie realizes that this is love. wanting but not obtaining. love is needing someone so severely but realizing that sometimes it can't always work the way you want it to. love can be kind but love is cruel and selfish, stripping away at the very foundation of your heart. love is fearing your worth will only bring someone down, or fearing you'll never be what they deserve. love is throwing out the one person who makes you so happy you could burst, but also makes you cry harder than you've ever known. love is richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak, on opposite sides of the same door, two halves of a whole heart, sobbing because all the things that could never be.

this is love.

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vivacia-18 · 5 years ago

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May the 4th be with you recs!

Because fanfic is the reason I’m finally getting into Star Wars after all these years XDD

I’m gonna include the fic summaries and my takes, so plopping these under a cut for length. If you haven’t already read these, please go give them some love. And if you have, go give them some more! XD

I’m a fix-it, (at least mostly) everybody lives and (hopefully) nobody dies kinda gal, so while I certainly like something that hits in the feels, I don’t care for angst with no payoff at the end. Many of these are ongoing, but I’m confident enough in the overall feel of them to rec with that in mind. I also like long fics, so most of my recs will reflect that.

Hunting Towards Heartstill by blackkat

Pairing: Mace Windu/ CC-2224 Cody

Status: Complete, 45 chapters

Summary: Plo has an idea. Mace agrees, and everything snowballs right into hell from there.

(Or: Mace and Cody get married in order to give the clones citizen status. Before they can focus on that, though, they're going to have to deal with ancient Sith artifacts, evil prophets, plots to overthrow the Supreme Chancellor, lost planets, monsters warped by Sith alchemy, inconvenient feelings, and Darth Sidious turning his eye on a potential new apprentice. Just...not in that order.)

Notes: Kat’s going to have her whole section recc’d in a minute, but this one is near and dear to my heart, so it get’s a special spot. This is the one that got me into the Star Wars fandom at all. And by “into the fandom” I mean I have never seen/read a single piece of Star Wars media outside of gifsets and funky graphic t-shirts in my entire life. And now here we are XDD

In short, as with anything kat writes, the characterization is top-notch, the wit even more so, and the feels will leave you broken to pieces only to bring you back together better than when you started at the end of it all. Enjoy <3

All of blackkat’s Star Wars fics, by she who never expected to be a part of this fandom so everyone thank sol for being a bastard and cher for having terrible, amazing, tempting, too-good prompts XD

Notes: As promised, I did indeed just link all of blackkats Star Wars fics XD Most are one shots, with several longer ongoing, and one very special one complete. Pairings and settings will vary, but I can promise you one thing: you can absolutely trust kat with your heart, no matter how angsty it seems (tho take those cliffie warnings seriously!). Enjoy, and may the Force be with you! <3

The Hero With a Thousand Faces by beamirang

Pairing: Jango/Obi-Wan

Status: Part 1 is a one-shot prologue, part 2 ongoing

Summary: “We’re going to kidnap a Jedi?” Boba sounds far more excited by the prospect than most twelve-year-olds probably should. And, because he’s Jango’s boy, because he’s too kriffing smart for his own good, he catches on way too quickly. “Wait. Are we kidnapping your Jedi?”

Notes: Fantastic characterization and writing - very witty (as one would expect with Obi and Fett XD) but also excellent on the heavier emotional aspects as well.

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

Pairing: None

Status: 17 parts complete, part 18 ongoing

Summary: In Tatooine legend, the sandstorm is Lukka, the Fury, both cleansing and damning. Lukka, the slaves believed, was Justice, was he who remade the world, and remade the soul.The storm screams at him, and Obi-Wan Kenobi screams back.

Notes: It’s a time travel fic! It’s one of my favourite tropes when done correctly, and this one certainly does :) Love the characters, they have so much depth and growth over the series. And while this far it is 100% a “everybody lives nobody dies” kinda story, there is no sacrifice in plot or narrative tension. Wonderful proof that there can be other narrative stakes in a story than just character death.

Under One Flag by NeurotropicAgentX

Pairing: Padme Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul

Status: Two single chapter parts. Marked as incomplete with no further updates since 2017, but the chapters stand alone, no cliffhangers.

Summary: The story of how Padmé Amidala becomes the reluctant Empress of the galaxy and acquires a pair of Force-sensitive bodyguards. Deals with the light and dark side conflict, the politics of an Empire, and Dathomirian Culture.

Notes: A fun little read! The dynamics between the three were interesting, and who doesn’t love the idea of Empress Padme? :D

By A Barista by Tomatosoupful

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin

Status: Complete, 7 chapters

Summary: Obi-Wan/Anakin, Modern Coffee Shop AU unapologetically set in Australia. Some Star Wars story lines and character arcs adapted into modern coffee versions.Anakin doesn't really know why Qui-Gon hired him despite having no experience in coffee making or table service, and he knows this bothers the barista, Obi-Wan, but hey, at least he gets to look at the handsome guy while he complains.

Notes: Another fun little read! I love social disaster Ani in modern settings, ngl XD

The Snowball Effect by Ghost_Owl

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin

Status: Complete, 2 chapters

Summary: Anakin had not meant to nail the cute guy from his building in the face with a snowball.Obi Wan had absolutely meant to hit him back.

Notes: Another cute read! Once again Ani is a disaster, and Obi-Wan only less so by direct comparison XD I particularly remember this story for the author coining the phrase I now recognize as my favourite paring trope - two halves of a whole idiot XDD

Reprise by Elfpen

Pairing: None

Status: 7 parts, current part ongoing

Summary: Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Major AU.

Notes: This one I found on the heels of Desert Storm, and while they are initially cut from the same cloth, you’ll find they immediately develop their own unique flavours. If you like time-travel fix-its (which I do ;D) then this is a great read, and has some lovely art to go with it!

Life and What Comes After by Ibelin

Pairing: None

Status: First part one-shot complete, second part ongoing

Summary: Obi-Wan dies on Jabiim. Anakin blames himself, doesn't know how to go on and yet - he does. Maybe the Force rewards that kind of thing, or maybe he just gets lucky, but when a mission lands Anakin on a vaguely familiar planet, he gets a second chance to do what he knows he should have done in the first place: save his master.(And maybe a chance to save the galaxy, too.)

Notes: *Don’t worry, Obi-Wan does not in fact die!*

Ngl, what attracted me to this fic in the first place was the tag “Unrealistically Well-Adjusted Anakin Skywalker” X’D For all they say that though, his growth as a person is actually written very believably - he’s still Ani, but you see the work he put in. And damn do I love me some real communication between Obi and Ani, and damn do we ever get that here. Obi kinda backtracks that a bit with his own self-esteem issues in part two, but I have no doubt the boys will get through it!

Definitely recommend, it’s got some really wonderful family feels <3

Witness Me by SLWalker

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Maul

Status: 7 parts, final story part(s) ongoing (part 5 is the main series that’s ongoing, part 6 scattered one-shots, part 7 art for the series)

Summary: Instead of escaping to Lotho Minor, Maul's captured by the Order. Obviously, that changes everything.

Notes: I’m currently reading this one! The first several parts focus on building the relationship between Obi and Maul. Then in part 5 we start to focus more on Maul growing as his own person, though he is absolutely still Obi-Wans other half. Get ready for some clone feels, because I guarantee you will fall hard and fast for the Blackbirds once you meet them <3 <3 <3 I also appreciate that while there is definite censure for the Jedi council as a whole for certain decisions, and Anakin is his canon disaster self, there is no character bashing or throwing under buses, and conversely no hero worship either. Thus far everyone is treated fairly - I really enjoy that we tend to see not only several outside views of characters and situations, but also a lot of introspection as well.

If you’re in it for the people, this story is very much for you <3

#star wars #fanfiction #recs #may the fourth be with you #never thought I'd spend several hours of my life reccing star wars fanfic #but here we are XD #hope someone gets a good read outta this!#<3 <3 <3 #also really hope that readmore works #this thing is hecking looong ^^;

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swedesarethebest · 6 years ago

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Soulmates - Johnny Gaudreau

Heyyyyy! I am currently obsessed with Johnny Hockey, so it thought I would write something with him. Hope you enjoooyy! ☺️☺️☺️ Warning: bad English Pic creds: @i-hate-hockey

The first thing you remember from your childhood is looking in your mother’s and father’s deep blue eyes. You were quite amazed, because they always looked with a lot of love at you and each-other. You had to grow a bit older to realize, that both you and your siblings had boring, grey eyes and they were nothing like your parents’. At one certain point, when you were around 12, you realized that it wasn’t just that your parents had completely different eyes than yours, but they looked exactly same. It didn’t matter how much you read about the pigments that differ our eye color and how genetics worked, you couldn’t seem to find the answer to the strange phenomenon in your family. When you turned 15, your oldest brother introduced your family to his girlfriend and you were shocked to see, that his eyes changed into a mesmerizing green, moreover his girlfriend’s eyes were, yet again, exactly like his. That was the point when your beloved mother sat you down to explain what was happening. She said it was the most unique thing in life. There was no explanation how or why it was happening to people, but they were born with boring grey eyes. The moment they looked in their soulmate’s eyes their irises would turn into the most mesmerizing, but at the same time completely identical color.

From that exact moment you could not think about anything else. You wanted to find your soulmate so badly your days revolved around it completely. You were obsessed with the thought of finding the person that was meant for you. Your best friend became just as committed to the topic as you. The two of you went to every single event at school and in town looking for your other halves, but you had no luck. Your mom told you that not everyone managed to find their soulmate and that saddened you the most. You wanted to know who they were, how they looked, what they liked… You wanted to know everything about them.

High school passed by in a minute and you and your bestie were determined to go to Calgary for college. When you both got accepted you were happier than ever. As you started your classes in college you were yet again excited to find your soulmate. The scariest thing was that in college there were less people with their eyes still grey and it saddened you to the point that you gave up. You decided not to worry about meeting them anymore, you had classes to concentrate on. That worked until one day your best friend came home screaming in joy. You looked at her and realized that her eyes turned into an ocean blue color. She told you that they met in Tim Hortons, he cut her in line so she started screaming at him, but at the moment the guy turned around and they locked eyes, their eyes turned blue. They immediately sat down for a quick coffee date, her finding out that his name was Matthew and he played hockey. You were happy for her, yet you couldn’t help but feel jealous. After two months of them dating you finally met Matthew in person. You understood immediately how they became soulmates. He was just as bubbly as your best friend, had corny dad jokes and loved the same things as her. You didn’t know it was possible, but you were even more jealous after meeting Matthew. You wanted the same thing so bad. You wanted to be disgustingly in love, knowing there was someone who understood you completely.

A few months passed by and you never felt so alone in your life. Your best friend spent every time with her soulmate or at his game and you didn’t really have other friends at college. You were more of the silent type, you had to be completely comfortable around someone to open up and talk. You were also really shy. Your bestie started to realize that it was kind of mean from her to leave you behind like that, so she convinced Matthew to get you two tickets for the Flames’ next home game. You gladly accepted invitation and there you were. At the game, with your best friend cheering on Calgary’s own. You had the best time you had in months and you were actually sad when the game ended, even though the Flames had won.

“Let’s go down to the locker room, so you can meet the guys.” You gave her a scared look as she grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards the restricted area. “Don’t worry Y/N, they are the sweetest people, you’ll love them.”

There was no way you could say no to her, so you followed her in silence. She stopped suddenly in front of a door and your reflexes were not quick enough so you bumped into her from behind. You two burst out into laughter and you didn’t even realize that the boys came out of the locker room. One of them was Johnny, whose eyes landed immediately on you. He was completely mesmerized by your beauty. His instinct was to look at the color of your eyes to see whether you had found your soulmate already or not, but your eyes were closed as you were laughing. Matthew stepped to your bestie and hugged her around her waist and she went silent. She kissed him immediately and you rolled your eyes jokingly. Johnny was finally able to identify the color of your eyes and a smile formed on his face as soon as he realized your eyes were still grey and he had a chance at being your soulmate. As your best friend and Matthew broke their kiss she started introducing the guys to you. There was a guy called Sean, Noah and TJ.

“Oh, and last but not least, Johnny Hockey.” You offered you hand just like you did with the other guys and looked at the guy in front of you. He smiled and at that moment his eyes started turning slowly into a goldish-caramel color. You froze immediately. Here he was. He was your soulmate. Right in front of you.

Your best friend realized what just happened and jumped on you in happiness, waking you up from the trance you were in. You hugged her, looking over her shoulder to see Johnny, giving him the biggest smile ever. You let go of your friend and stepped closer to the dark-haired boy.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Wanna leave these idiots behind and go on a date with me?” he asked.

You agreed happily. He offered you his hand and you interlocked your fingers with his immediately. They were the perfect fit. You took his car to a small 24/7 diner downtown. You two sat down in a booth and started talking. It felt so easy to talk to him, he made you laugh a lot, it felt like you knew each other for years. That day he drove you home in the morning as the sun was rising. You were having such a good time that you didn’t realize how fast the time was passing by. He drove you home asking for your phone number. He called you the next day as soon as he woke up, saying he could not resist another moment without you and he needed to see you as soon as possible.

That’s how your days started to go by. Spending every possible moment with Johnny, crying over how much you missed him when he was away for road-trips and being happier than ever as he got home. He was the most attentive person you’ve ever met. He bought you a small gift from every town he visited, he gave you his hoodies and shirts, he filled his bathroom with all the toiletries that you needed, he knew exactly your schedule and he surprised you many times by picking you up from classes. He knew when you were sad and he was the best at making you feel better. He loved showing you off to his teammates and other friends, he posted a lot of candid pictures of you on Instagram and ones that both of you were on. He called you the mom of his doggo, Bailey, which made your heart melt. You were the one taking care of her every time he was out of town and that made him fall even more in love with you.

The first time you said ‘I love you’ to each other was when you were three months into the relationship and you got into a fight. He got mad at you because you didn’t go to his game because you had two exams the next day and you wanted to study. The fight got more heated than you expected it to become, you felt the worst. You were screaming rude things to each other and at one point he got enough.

“Don’t you get it that I love you and you being at my games makes me want to be better and better so that you can be proud of me?” he shouted and you immediately stopped. Tears started running down your cheeks, but this time they were out of joy. You jumped into his arms whispering ‘I love you’ into his ears. That was your one and only fight and it ended in a long night in bed.

You were a bit worried when their season ended in the first round of the playoffs against the Avalanche. You still had a month in college and didn’t want him to leave you for the whole summer like that. He was down for a few days after the loss, so you didn’t want to bother him with that, but you were curious how much time did you have left with him before he went home.

“I was thinking I’m gonna wait for you till you finish with your exams and we could go to NJ together. What do you say?” he said one day during lunch out of nowhere.

That made you smile immediately. You were so happy that he didn’t want to leave you either. Your mom was right. Everyone was right. Finding their soulmate was the best thing that could ever happen to someone. As you looked at the smiley guy in front of you it made you realize how empty you were without him. You knew there was no way getting back from there, but you couldn’t care less. You were happy. He was happy. And that was the only thing that mattered.

#johnny gaudreau #calgary flames #NHL Hockey #nhl playoffs #team usa #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #johnny gaudreau imagine

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nobodys-pearls · 6 years ago

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For the fic prompts, adashi and 11. I read your fic "I hate space" and loved it and just want to see more drunk adashi because every time they get tipsy they get all lovey

Ahh I’m so happy that you enjoyed it I love that scene

(also if you read ‘i hate space’ this takes place during ch 13 after they save the day and all that jazz and are heading home)

11. things you said when you were drunk

“Woah, wait,” Shiro said, stopping in the middle of the hall and laughing to himself. His head felt all floaty and warm and nice and -

“Hurry up, Takashi. Lance gave us only five minutes,” Adam whined, tugging on Shiro’s sleeve and giggling when he lost his balance for a moment. Shiro pouted and closed his eyes, trying to focus.

“Right, we’ve - we’re going, but -” Shiro paused, scrunching up his nose in thought. “Where are we going again?” He opened his eyes to see Adam standing there with crossed arms, deep in thought.

“Shit, I forgot,” Adam said after a moment, but then he waved his hand. “Oh! We’re supposed to get Coran’s musta - you know, the thing on his - masta -” Adam furrowed his brow as he tried to come up with the word. “Coran’s gel and, uh, bring it back!” Shiro looked up and down the hall.

“So, what way?” Shiro asked, and Adam laughed, shaking his head.

“I have no idea.” Adam moved to lean against the wall, putting his hands on his knees and bending over. “My head is all -” Adam began to say, waving his hand as he tried to think.

“Floaty?” Shiro offered, and Adam pointed at him, his hair falling in his face.

“Yes, that.” He laughed again. “I don’t think that we’re gonna be able to do this dare.” Shiro joined him, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes.

“I can’t believe we even made it this far,” Shiro admitted, shaking his head, which currently felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Are we lightweights now? Did we get old and now we can’t handle our alcohol?” Adam asked, leaning into Shiro’s side. He was warm. Shiro smiled.

“It’s the Nunvill, I think. Very strong.” Adam scoffed.

“If Iverson could see us now,” Adam said. Then Shiro watched as he quickly looked up and down the hall. “Oh shit, Iverson could see us now. He’s on the Atlas too!” Shiro’s eyes widened and then they both erupted into giggles, holding on to each other for support.

“I didn’t mean to get this drunk,” Shiro said, holding Adam’s hands and giving them a lazy squeeze. He felt himself leaning forward and Adam quickly shot a hand out to catch him.

“I don’t think we’ve ever been this drunk, not since -” Adam began, and then he started to blush. Shiro looked at him in confusion for a moment, and then the memory finally floated to the front of his brain. Adam’s hands on his chest, his tongue in his mouth, an empty bottle of wine between them. Shiro could feel his cheeks heat up as well, although they were already plenty warm. “Look at you,” Adam said, booping Shiro’s nose. “You have the Asian flush going on all over your face.” Shiro pouted.

“I do not.”

“Do too,” Adam teased, moving his face closer to Shiro’s and giving him a lazy smile. Shiro looked at him for a moment, admiring the way his skin glowed in the moonlight that was peeking through the window, and then he kissed him. It wasn’t one of their more graceful kisses, but Shiro felt himself being pressed against the wall, Adam’s arms caging him in on either side as he bit Shiro’s lip and asked for more. Shiro grabbed Adam’s belt loops and pulled him closer, causing a surprised gasp to escape Adam’s lips. Then Adam moved to kiss Shiro’s neck, biting and sucking until Shiro’s breathing became uneven and breathy. He wound his fingers through Adam’s hair and Adam started to go lower. Shiro laughed.

“We can’t do this in the hall, Adam. Knowing our luck Ives - Iverson will definitely catch us.”

“I don’t care,” Adam said simply, placing his hands on Shiro’s hips and sliding them up his shirt. Shiro let out another breathy gasp and he could almost feel his own pupils blow wide as he watched Adam with parted lips. “I’m so into you,” Adam said between kisses. “I don’t think you understand just how much I’m into you.” Shiro laughed again. Everything that Adam said sounded hilarious.

“I don’t think you understand how much I’m into you,” Shiro countered, his words sounding heavy and warm on his tongue. “I think the first time we kissed I almost sploded - exploded.”

“The first time we kissed I thought it was a dream,” Adam said easily, kneeling down to kiss Shiro’s hipbone.

“Adam -” Shiro gasped, his voice sounding a lot more uneven than he thought it would. Then he saw Adam looking up at him, his beautiful brown eyes half-lidded and soft.

“God I’m so in love with you, so in love that - that I -” Adam furrowed his brow in frustration. Then he laughed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m too drunk to form a sentence right now. I want to tell you just how much I love you but I just - the words -” Adam laughed again and Shiro put a hand on his cheek.

“You don’t have to say anything. I already know,” Shiro said, giving him a lazy smile. Adam grinned up at him, and then his expression became more mischievous.

“Since I can’t tell you how I feel with words,” Adam began, placing his fingertips on Shiro’s beltbuckle. “How about I show you?” Shiro swallowed, his throat suddenly too dry.

“But Iverson -”

“It’s past his bedtime,” Adam assured him, beginning to play with Shiro’s beltbuckle. Then something buzzed in Shiro’s pocket and they both jumped. Shiro looked down at the pocket of his pants in confusion and then his eyes lit up in realization, clumsily pulling his phone out. He looked at the screen and then showed it to Adam. The timer was at zero.

“Looks like we lost,” Shiro said.

“Whoops,” Adam said with a smirk. He moved to stand up, clumsily wiping the knees of his pants. “I guess we should tell Lance and Keith that we failed. Shiro laughed.

“We failed horribly.”

“What can I say? You’re distracting even when we’re not drunk,” Adam said, weaving his arm through Shiro’s and leaning against him. They began to walk down the hallway, but then Shiro stopped. “What?” Adam asked.

“We’re going the wrong way,” Shiro said, looking over his shoulder at the other end of the hall. They looked at each other for a moment and began to laugh, their shoulders shaking. “We’re hopeless,” Shiro said, shaking his head.

“Two halves of a whole idiot,” Adam said. “How were we ever able to function on our own?”

With some effort and an embarrassing amount of wrong turns they managed to get back to Lance’s room, ready to tell him and Keith about their failed mission. But when they got there they found Lance and Keith passed out on Lance’s bed, the empty bottle of Nunvill on the side table. Shiro smiled at the two of them, seeing how Keith’s arms were wrapped around Lance like he was something delicate, seeing the way Lance face was nuzzled into Keith’s chest.

“Oh I am so tempted to take a picture,” Adam whispered, picking up the empty bottle. Then he turned to look at Shiro.

“You know that they’re totally into each other right?” Shiro nodded his head.

“I don’t think Keith realizes how much he talks about Lance when we train together.” Adam let out an amused huff.

“Back at the Garrison Lance couldn’t deal with his crush on Keith so he tried to convince me to kick Keith out of the program.” Shiro let out a surprised laugh and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands, looking at Lance and Keith with wide eyes and then breathing a sigh of relief when they didn’t move. Then he heard a click and turned to see Adam taking a picture of them before putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m saving it for the slide show at their wedding,” Adam explained, and Shiro smiled, wrapping his arm around Adam’s waist and pressing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I’m so in love with you too,” Shiro said, “just so you know,” and he could feel Adam nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

“How about we let these two have their bonding moment,” Adam offered, and Shiro grinned, nodding his head in agreement. “And let’s finish having our own bonding moment,” Adam said, and Shiro’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Shiro whispered, hearing his voice crack a little. Adam chuckled softly and move to hold Shiro’s hand, leading him out of the room.

“Tomorrow let’s just tell them that we found it, and that we totally didn’t get lost on the ship we’ve been traveling in for almost a year.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Shiro said, and together they made it to their own room, Adam still leading Shiro by the hand. By the time they made it back the effects of the Nunvill had pretty much worn off, and they ended up falling asleep on the couch the moment they got through the door. Shiro couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

#adashi #shadam #adashi fic #adam vld #shiro #takashi shirogane #klance #but just a little #cuz im trash and cant help myself

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 13 full draft

Keith was acting distant. Lance didn't know how he'd managed to sleep for the most of previous day, or how he could feel like he hadn't, yet today was going to be a good day. He was determined for it to be a good day. Leaving his husband sleeping, he'd scrubbed every inch of his body down, plucked his eyebrows to perfection, trimmed his pubes, lotioned the quiznak out of his skin, managed to find a way to wear his hair that looked a sexy kind of "effortless" mess, then dressed in a soft blue button up shirt that Keith never failed to compliment him in, coupled with jeans that hugged his hips and arse so perfectly that it should be sinful. He'd cleaned his boots up, had both knives back in place where they belonged. Found his comms, wrinkled his face in annoyance over Veronica's repeated apologies, cleared the notifications then swapped over to wearing his work comms instead. When Keith had invited him to live with him, he'd forgotten all about the fact he'd promised his team that they'd hit up the festival.

Though. In his defence, he did have other things on his mind.

From what his distracted mind could remember, Shiro had woken him up at some point the previous night to make him eat, and to discuss the fact that he couldn't spend vargas ignoring food. He also had the feeling he'd been dozing before that, something sat wrong in the reaches of his brain. Like bad news that refused to be processed. It wasn't as if he'd done it on purpose, the moment he'd gotten back to their room he'd decided to say "quiznak it all". They said he and his babies needed to change. He needed to eat for their sake, which he'd already sworn to do. Keith was crazy excited about it all, and once he'd recovered his strength and ability not to keep breaking down, he was sure he'd be just as excited. The last thing he remembered was drifting off in his Keith's arms and thinking he was the luckiest man in the world to have such an understanding husband. He knew he and Keith really needed to have a talk about everything, but he'd thought his husband was working on easing the way into the conversation by letting him try to destress before bringing everything up. Now Keith was acting distant and Lance's hackles were raised.

Walking up towards the main row of the festival, the day was bright, with enough cloud cover to take the edge off. All around them were people laughing, children running around screaming, and vendors pumping more scents than his mind could register into the air as they called out to advertise their stalls, whether they be food, games or something else. In preparation for his date, Lance had pretty much slathered beneath his nose with his eucalyptus lip balm. Eucalyptus wasn't his favourite scent, yet it did have the advantage of being the one thing that smothered everything else. All he wanted was his date with Keith. He wanted to eat all kinds of stupid food. Play all the stupid games and spent time being a lovesick fool with his husband. Now he had Keith walking beside him with his hands firmly wedged into the front pockets of his jeans, without having made a single comment or compliment in his direction. Having not been terribly positive about his body for phoebs, he'd even taken selfies to commemorate their date... following it up with a few awkward photos of his tiny baby bump... though he was pretty sure it was more ration bar than baby, quietly proud over having kept most of it down. The first thing he'd done when he woke up was force down two bars.

Having agreed to meet Daehra and Lucteal near Allura's statue, Lance's smile was stupidly wide when he saw the small surprise waiting with the pair. Annla's deep blue hair shimmering as she caught sight of him, and came running towards him. Jogging towards the pint sized princess, he swept Annla up into the air, spinning her before settling her on his hip. Pout at his lack of usual "gentlemanly" charm, Annla bopped him on the head lightly

"Laaance. I'm a princesssssss. You can't casually sweep me off my feet"

"I'm sorry, my'lady. How have you been, my princess?"

"Excellent! I've missed you... and you... Mr Lance. Mr Lance! Are you and Mr Keith... having a baby!?"

Right... empath powers... that worked even better through direct touch..

Covering Annla's mouth with his hand, Lance shook his head. Today was a good day. It was going to be a good day. A great day. An amazing day!

"That's a secret. Like how you secretly married me and Keith off without telling us"

"Daehra says..."

Bopping Annla on the tip of her nose, Lance could feel Keith glaring a hole through the back of his head. It wasn't his fault Annla knew! Plus, she was genuinely excited for them with no preheld prejudices

"That "we're two halves of the same idiot"... I know, but you still went ahead and tricked us... and for that, you are keeping our secret"

"But why? Why aren't you happy?"

"Because it's complicated. Keith and I only just found out, so we want to keep it to ourselves for a little longer. Now, stop distracting me. We're supposed to be enjoying the festival. Where do you want to start?"

Annla pouted, her puppy-dog eyes made it so hard not to just sweep her off and spoil her rotten

"Mr Laaaance!"

"Nope. When did you start calling me "Mr Lance?" again, little lady?"

"Mother says I have to be more polite"

Lance blew a raspberry. The point of festivals was to have fun, not for Annla to walk around missing out, and watching everyone else having fun while she was forced to miss out due to her royal status

"Baaaah. We're at a festival. It's all about the food and rides today"

"But I want to know about the baby... M-Keith... won't you tell me, please?"

Lifting Annla off his hip, Keith set her down

"Babe, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Lance had no idea where this conversation was going. Tugging him a few feet away from Annla, Keith crossed his arms

"What was that?"

Raising an eyebrow, Lance was lost. Keith's tone had his heart rate rising

"What?"

"Picking Annla up like that?! What if something happens to the twins?"

Snapping to annoyed, Lance wanted smack his husband

"Nothing was going to happen. All I did was catch her?!"

"With that force against your stomach... What if it caused a miscarriage? What if she'd hurt you?"

Keith wasn't used to the chaos of small kids... He'd been in the foster system, and closed himself down emotionally due to his trauma. His husband was already a helicopter parent and their twins were barely twins

"Babe... I'm strong enough to hold Annla"

"You swung her around and up onto your hip! She could have kneed you in the stomach"

"Keith... I can handle it. I can handle kids... I caught her, spun with her to slow the force, then lifted her onto my stomach. All her force and momentum from running, was lost in that spin. Now what's going on with you? You've been in a bad mood all morning"

"I'm not in a bad mood"

The way Keith slightly shifted his weight. A hand coming up to brush his fringe back from his eyes. Yet his lips were the real give away that Keith had been in a bad mood, and wasn't enjoying being pushed on the topic. Trying not to let his anxiety show, Lance hated that his heart was racing even harder over what should be a simple conversation

"Babe. I know you're in a bad mood. Did I do something?"

"I... no. It was Shiro"

Ah. Oh...

"Did he give you the talk? About my health?"

Keith's eyes went wide, relief flooding his expression

"He gave you the same talk!?"

Oh thank fuck... They could talk about this. He didn't know what he would have said if Keith had dumped something heavier than this on him

"Yeah. Yeah, he did"

"He says I'm to lenient on you. I should be pushing harder for you to eat... You didn't eat before we left the room, and now we're... This was going to be our date. Now we have Annla... and Daehra and Lucteal here... and I thought... it was going to be just us..."

Opening his arms, Lance tapped his foot until Keith slowly shuffled into his hold

"I was so excited for today. I woke up early. I ate, and I ate, and I ate, some of those ration bars to make sure I had the energy for today. Then you were so upset... I want to have that date with you, but I also think this will be good for you. You say you don't know how to be a big brother, let alone a father. Annla is a bit bigger than a baby, but you know... I think this could be good for you. You were great with Juana. She loved you. So did Nadia and Sylvio... it's not for the whole day, you know. Plus, she's really happy for us. And that's... it's kind of nice not pretending"

"What if she tells someone?"

Nuzzling into Keith's hairline, Lance pressed a kiss to the spot. He was annoyed that Keith couldn't use his adult words to simply tell him what had been on his mind. Sure, he'd slept most of the previous day, but that was yesterday. And sure, he really could do with going back to bed for another deca-phoeb, but today was going to be a good day... no matter how many times he had to repeat the mantra in his head

"She won't. She's a tough kid, she keeps secrets and doesn't let anyone see her upset. After her father passed, she tried to keep it all in. I didn't know she was coming today, but I think she could use some serious fun. Besides... I'm not going to complain about spending my day with my smokin' hot husband"

"You ate? You're not just saying that? And she didn't hit your stomach?"

"I swear on our wedding hair clips, that I ate. I showered. I shaved. I tried to groom my hair the best I could... even picked this shirt you like so much. I wanted today to be good"

"You smell funny..."

Moving to try rub his wrist on Lance's neck, Lance tried to dodge while still holding Keith in his arms

"It's either the deodorant, the body butter, or the lip balm"

"And you aren't wearing your suit under your clothes... or your mask..."

So casual clothes on their date were a no go? He was sure if he'd put his suit on, Keith would fussed over him wearing it... Did Keith not appreciate the effort it took to look this damn good? Or the effort it took to soothe his nerves into not hiding his body away in his combat suit? His husband hadn't even noticed that he'd stolen his pair of fingerless gloves because his hands felt too exposed without something there and wearing his work gloves wouldn't have gone with the look he was aiming for

"Maybe I wanted to look good for my husband!?"

"Idiot. Your health and safety is more important"

Keith was at him to relax. To be how he used to be. To be worry less and be happy. Altea was safe, and all that. He'd protect him. So he dressed for his husband. For fun. And agreeing to try this "normal not on constant guard" kind of thing

"I'm an idiot for wanting to look good for you?"

"I don't want anything to happen to our twins... I feel like you're not over what happened after the scan. I feel like you're not as ok as you're trying to be. You had a major depressive episode. You were barely a step up from catatonic. I want to tell you not to try so much, but Shiro made it sound like we're not trying at all"

Shiro could only offer advice from an outsiders point of view. It wasn't as if Lance didn't want to try. His body was simply reacting differently to his first pregnancy. He honestly was beyond exhausted, too exhausted for food, but he wanted to try. Wasn't that the main point?

"I'm not... I'm not over it. There are too many people. Too many scents. Too many unknown elements. I don't want to see our friends. I don't want to talk to my family. I don't want to do anything other than fall back to sleep because I'm quiznakking exhausted Keith. My head is filled with waaaay to much stuff. I feel one bad incident away from ending up crying on the floor. But I woke up this morning thinking about how much I wanted this day with you. So I primped. I dressed as nice as I could. I want a nice and normal date with my husband"

"And you ate?"

"Yes. I ate. Can we go now? I want to see everything we can. Do everything we can... and I want to do it with you. Don't you think it's going to be fun teaching Annla things? Her planet doesn't have ice cream! What kind of planet doesn't have ice cream? No chocolate. No fairyfloss. This is important to me too, because I know... the last... you really suck at letting go and relaxing. We've been married for something close an Earth year with all the time pockets and to the outside world it's probably more... and we've only been on one date. We weren't even dating properly when we did. We skipped right to the end... I want more, Keith. I'm selfish, shallow and greedy. I want to go places and see things with you before it's four of us. So can you try to make an effort today? Not to be so frowny and grouchy? This day is the start of the festival to remember Allura's sacrifice... she wouldn't want any of us to be sad"

"I'm not being grouchy. I'm exhausted. I've been wracking my brain trying to think how to tell you that I have to be stricter. Shiro told me to set alarms. To wake you up to eat... He made it sound like I wasn't considering your health"

Lance bit his bottom lip. He didn't like to worry his husband, yet Keith didn't have all the facts. Shiro... for possibly the first time in their shared history, Shiro was jealous of what he and Keith were going through. Shiro hadn't said in that way, still, he'd said enough. Lance now felt a whole new kind of guilt for monopolising Shiro's time. He wasn't taking care of his body, when Shiro would never have this same experience. To Lance though, a parent's love didn't have to be biological or tied through blood. He knew enough people who didn't get on with their parents, yet for some reason society still shoved the shitty "perfect" family thing down people's throats. He... when he'd been torn between his feelings for both Allura and Keith, he'd allowed himself that day dream. That daydream of adopting. That day dream of fostering. Raising a family with Keith. He was still very open to the idea of fostering, yet he hesitated to bring it up with Keith given his traumatic past. The fact that houses existed where kids weren't loved or safe... It broke his heart. He hated how deeply the kids would have been hurt. How their faith would have been destroyed. Lance wasn't sure he had any faith in humanity to be throwing around, but if he could just show one child they weren't alone, he'd be able to hold his head high.

"I've spoken with Shiro. He was kind of right, even if he didn't use the right words. You're my husband, Keith. My absolute world. I'm going to work hard to keep your twins safe and sound. And you're going to work hard at having fun, Mullet"

Keith laughed at him softly

"It's not a "mullet", I had a trim last night"

Keith had gone and gotten his hair cut without him. But he wasn't going to mention that, because today was going to be a good day. He wasn't going to mention how much it'd hurt... or that he'd been excited to go with his husband. Or that he'd had all these silly little plans of watching Keith get his hair cut. He wanted to know what kind of expressions his husband would make. The way he'd move. The way he held his head. The kind of short speak between him and the hairdresser. He wanted to see it and commit it to memory as it was another side of Keith he hadn't seen

"I know. Now, can we please go have fun?"

Detaching from Keith, Lance grabbed him by the right wrist in order to start dragging him towards Annla. His husband mumbling to himself as he did. Today was going to be a good day. He wasn't going to get caught in his head, and the uncomfortable feeling he got from Allura's towering statue wasn't going to ruin his date with Keith. Allura had done this to him. If she didn't want him pregnant with Keith's children, then she shouldn't have changed his body without his permission. The guilt he felt over being married to Keith, and being happy with Keith... under her statues gaze, was not going to ruin things for him. Or for Keith who was no doubt worrying over how celebrating Allura would affect their relationship.

Keith was the first to admit he wasn't pleased about sharing his date with Lance, with Annla, Daehra and Lucteal. It'd been so long since their last date. Far too long when he thought about all the phoebs between then and now. Yet, despite his displeasure, Lance had proven to be right as they spent their morning teaching Annla, and the two siblings, the joys of "festivalling".

For the most part, the rides were similar to Earth in the way that there were multiple sized roller coasters, bumper cars, a Ferris wheel, an exceptionally creepy merry go round with creatures that looked more out of a nightmare than cute and fun, parasols, teacups, a zero-gravity and a high gravity spinner. There was also a waterpark, waterslide, an alien version of a log ride. Then there were the other things like skill testers, shooting range, balls and clowns, strength testers, fortune tellers, hoops, showbags and various other small vendor games. If Keith had been alone, he would have had no idea where to start, yet his husband was a self proclaimed festival expert, declaring that there was a certain way to get the most out of the experience. With how excited Lance seemed to be over it all, Keith could only nod and agree as Lance appointed himself the festival king.

Starting with teacups, because it was Annla's first time at a festival, Lance splurged as he insisted on paying for everyone's ride tickets. You could pay GAC for each ride, or if you had a ticket, you got to skip most of the waiting time in an encouragement for people to be prepared. Ignoring the rules, Lance had Annla in his lap as she spun the wheel, shrieking with both laugher and fear. From there they hit up the smaller roller coaster. Lucteal looking a little green as they climbed off, while Annla demanded to go on the big one. Redirecting her to the bumper cars, Keith felt for his husband. He hadn't considered the fact that Lance's "condition" would exclude him from rides, yet there was a clear sign warning against pregnant people using the ride. Lance brushed it off, insisting he was fine, but Keith was sent into a whole new world of worry. Shiro's words had played over and over in his mind, his husband had been asleep by the time he'd returned from having Coran trim his hair. He hadn't been looking for the man, yet as he'd stalked off to cool down, he'd first run into To'ral, who ended up copping most of his feelings at the time, then Coran on his way back to Lance. His hair was shorter than he'd wanted it, barely falling half way down his shoulder blades, but where he'd thought he'd get teasing from Lance he'd gotten silence. It'd been the middle of the night before he'd fallen asleep, wondering how he could talk to Lance about his health. Because of his brooding, he'd nearly ruined the day with his husband, who clearly wanted to do absolutely everything they could together. Now that Lance was being excluded from certain rides, he felt selfish for enjoying ramming Annla in the bumper cars. Even if the princess held no qualms over taking the three adults head-on. To steal the phrase usually reserved for Kosmo, Annla was a menace. Merciless as she first took on Lucteal, then took on Daehra, only for Daehra to team up with her again, against him. Calling Lucteal to his aide, the four of them were evicted from the ride for being too heavy handed, leaving Lance in a fit of laughter that wound up only coming to end after they passed a coffee stall and Lance was sent running to the closest bin.

Missing the shared look between Annla, Lucteal and Daehra, Keith rubbed his husband's back while Lance cursed the world. The half-Galran didn't notice Daehra leaving their group in order to buy some water for Lance. When his husband reappeared from "examining the contents of the trash can", an unnecessary and completely unbelievable lie, Daehra was waiting with the bottle of water, passing it over she casually stated "you need to stay hydrated for the sake of you and your child". Keith... thought about trying to lie his way out of it. Jealousy kindling in the base of his stomach as their small secret seemed to be growing without their expressed permission. Their friends couldn't help their empathic powers, but they could help when it came to choosing to announce they'd figured out their big secret. With Lance looking green around the gills, and somewhat paler as he processed what Daehra had said, Keith took his husband's hand in his. He wasn't ashamed of this pregnancy. He might have been every single definition of "scared shitless", and then some, but he wasn't ashamed that he and Lance had created twins. He loved his husband deeply, and sure, he wasn't ready to be a father, but he sure as quiznak wasn't turning his back on his husband or their children.

Deciding that it was best for Lance to sit and recover his strength, Keith led the group over to the cafe area, stopping a few stalls away so that Lance wouldn't have to be overwhelmed with the heavy scents of food. Sitting down on a bench, he pulled his husband into his lap so he rub his wrist against Lance's neck. His husband smelt wrong. He'd picked up the scents of the people standing near him as they'd watched the four idiots attempting to ruin the dodgem-cars, and while knowing Lance couldn't help it, his instincts were on edge from the unwanted scents. Leaning back into his hold, Lance sipped at his water as Daehra sat beside them wearing her best "mum expression" as she pushed the topic

"Lance, I know you're pregnant. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Shooting her weak finger guns, Lance sighed softly

"You got me. But how did you know? Could you sense on it me, like Annla?"

"No. Keith's thoughts. I'm sorry Keith, but you were projecting your worry over Lance too strongly for us not to be affected. You've also been staring at his stomach more than you seemed to realise. If you had realised, you would have attempted to correct your gaze. Then there's the fact that Lance couldn't join us on that ride, but what really gave it away was the pregnancy test that was caught up in your washing. If you didn't wish for people to know your secret, I would suggest not leaving around evidence"

Groaning to himself, Lance laughed as he pushed a kiss to Keith's cheek

"I think she's got us. It's nice to know my husband couldn't keep his eyes off me"

"You're a shit... I thought we weren't telling anyone"

Their parents didn't even know. Neither did Coran... who was basically family anyway. Picking his words carefully, Keith heard the effort Lance was going to to be polite about it all

"We aren't, but we can't take it back. We didn't tell you because Keith only just found out. With human pregnancies... there can be a lot of complications. We don't know if I can carry without losing them... We also wanted to tell our parents too, before everyone else knew"

"I understand that... but... I wish you'd felt able to confide in me"

Lance's scent started turning, Keith annoyed at Daehra's reply. Sure, she'd done so much for both of them, but this was their news. None of this was going to be easy, especially for Lance. When discovered that Lance had a womb, Daehra had been told that men of their species didn't normally fall pregnant

"It's not that, Daehra. This pregnancy is a big deal for both of us. We're both scared over it. If Lance experiences complications, he may die..."

"I wish I could have helped. I would have understood Lance's needs better, as well as his mental state. I take it that this is why Lance is leaving to live with you?"

There was a shift in Lance's scent from upset to angry, Lance sitting forward

"Lance is here. Lance shouldn't have to remind you he is right here. He also doesn't want to talk about this. I think it's time we let Annla choose what we're doing next"

It really was a bad habit of theirs to speak about Lance like he wasn't there. Though, his husband had seemed pretty content in his lap physically, until they pushed him over the pregnancy

"Lance, I'm sorry if I over spoke..."

"You're worried, but I wanted to keep this to myself longer. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to do anything other than enjoy time with my husband on our date"

"You and Keith were on a date?"

"Not "were", "are". I love this dorky mullet more than anything, so I keep telling myself today is going to be a good day. I guess that god refused to give me the day off from morning sickness so that I could enjoy it properly with Keith. Still, I'm happy that Annla is here. I told Keith it'll be like a trail run for when we're parents"

"Keith is here too, you know"

Sitting up to wrap his arms around Lance's stomach, Keith nuzzled into his neck. He wanted to spend the whole day making his husband happy, yet Lance was happy for now hanging out with his team and Annla... and Keith was enjoying the excitement on Annla's face over the simplest things. They'd passed a strength tester as they'd walked, Annla staring up the mostly familiar animal faces. Seeing they walking to find somewhere better for Lance to rest, she hadn't voiced her desires out loud, but Keith had noticed out the corner of his eye how interested she looked. Despite the game most likely being rigged, he still wanted to try win something for her. Her first, then he'd use every single skill he had to win whatever his husband wanted. It'd be nice to make new memories, and not just memories over attempting to win Allura "something shiny".

Rolling his eyes with a huff, Lance lightly dropped his head back against Keith's forehead. His husband's hair smelt of coconut, only upsetting his instincts more as it wasn't Lance's usual distinct scent. His head felt muddled from the difference, like his eyes could see Lance, he could touch and feel his husband, but his nose was telling the rest of him to be wary

"I know my dork is right here. It's not as funny as you think it is when it happens to you is it. You guys can grab something to eat if you want, while we're this close. Then Annla can choose the next activity"

"Lance, you should eat. It is unhealthy not to eat in your current..."

"La la la la. Not listening. I have food with me. Seriously, you guys have to try all the festival food. Keith will take you. I'm just going to sit here and sip my water until my stomach settles"

"I can stay..."

"Don't make me "la la" over you too. I'm fine. I'm fine and don't need all the fussing. No more baby talk from any of you. Keith is going to introduce you to sugar... Ice cream would be even better. Keith, find them ice cream!"

Ice cream wasn't real food...

"Uh, babe... are you sure?"

"Yep. And while you're at it, I'll take bubblegum flavour if they've got it"

Ooooh. So Lance wanted ice cream. If Lance wanted ice cream, he was getting ice cream

"Do you want any toppings on it?"

"See, this is what makes you husband material. Ok. So if they've got bubblegum, then waffle cone with no topping. If they don't, then I want vanilla with sprinkles"

"In a waffle cone?"

Undoing his hold around his waist, his husband turned towards him, holding the pads pointer and thumb of left hand a few millimetres away from each other

"Babe, you were so close. Of course in a waffle cone. All other cones are traitors and mami didn't raise no heathen"

"No, mami raised an amazing man with dubious tastes"

"Oi! I represent that implication!"

"I know you do, babe. That's why I love you. Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

Lance shook his head, before stealing a kiss

"No. Go have fun, then come back to me"

As if there was anywhere else he wanted to be

"Ok. I love you"

"I love you too, Samurai. Make sure these two don't get too carried away with the flavours. And make sure you don't let Annla have all the toppings. They don't taste good together. It's way too much at once. Let her try sprinkles, but only choose one syrup"

"I'll keep that in mind"

He had no clue when it came to kids and sugar, only that too much lead to them feeling sick... He already knew what he wanted. If they had bubblegum, he'd simply get vanilla with sprinkles so Lance could have some of both. It was a small step to getting their date back on track.

Finding ice cream wasn't that hard, or as hard as Keith had worried. One of the vendors was proudly advertising "Earth" food, despite being manned by a team that clearly weren't human. Insisting that she was a "big" girl, and that she could handle a cone, Annla got a double scoop of strawberry with sprinkles. Keith able to fulfil Lance's desire for both a waffle cone and bubblegum flavouring, and a plain vanilla waffle cone with sprinkles. Feeling adventurous, Daehra tried the salted caramel, while Lucteal looked somewhat sullen as he ordered a double scoop of banana and chocolate. Paying for the lot, the price was grossly over inflated at what would have been about $10 back home for each treat. He never would have splurged for such expensive ice cream back on Earth. He'd rather spend a half an hour drive from home to find a better price, yet with Lance being pregnant, he pretty much wouldn't be able to say no to him. Plus, those ration bars... Lance deserved a treat for forcing those down.

Ordering both flavours were worth it when Keith saw the way his husband's face lit up. Laughing and crying, Lance took his ice cream from him, before taking a lick of Keith's offered ice cream as he sniffled out his "thanks" and his "I'm sorry for crying, but I swear I'm really happy". Sitting besides his husband, Keith looped his arm over Lance's shoulder. Lance happily cuddling into his side as he kept crying, trading licks of their ice creams, though Lance pretty much ate both of theirs, leaving Keith his cone to finish alone. Seeing as he didn't really want the ice cream to begin with, and how cute his husband was, the half-Galra was tempted to head back to the vendor to order two more, simply to see Lance keep smiling as he was. Waiting until they'd finished eating, Annla tugged Keith's hand softly to draw his attention from Lance, shyly asking where a bathroom was. Not knowing the protocol for taking kids to the bathroom, he was kicked in the shin for asking Daehra to take Annla to the bathroom, the princess calling him stupid, resulting in Lance cackling with laughter. Keith had no idea what he'd missed

"It's alright, Annla. I could use a trip to the bathroom too. Keith is a little dense about some things. Are you two going to wait here?"

Leaning around them, Daehra glanced at Lance, then back to Lucteal, then back to Lance again

"We were thinking you two could continue your date?"

"Guys, you don't have to be like that. Sure we're all hanging out together, but I'm happy as long as I get to spend time with him. Besides, I don't mind spending time with Annla... She's our favourite little princess, after all"

Daehra and Lucteal were far too trusting. They were likely to find all the wrong kinds of vendors at the festival... but Keith really wanted quality alone time, especially now that Lance was getting sleepy. Lance's scent again clueing him in better than his husband was

"Why don't we take Annla to the bathroom, then meet you back here and go from there? That way Lance and Annla can go to the toilet, and you two can pick what you want to do next?"

Nuzzling into his neck, Lance "whispered"

"I want to go on the big rollercoaster"

"No, thank you. If you're doing that, I'm going to wait right here. I see no point in paying GAC when it's the exact same thing each time we go for a fly with Lance"

"Rude! I'm an excellent pilot!"

Yelling in his ear, Keith shoved his husband away

"That was my ear!"

"Lucteal insulted my honour!"

"What honour? I was there for the Blue Lion experience!"

"Dude! Yeah was like once. Blue literally had a mind of her own"

Starting his sentence, Keith figured he could bluff rather than expose any of Lance's secrets. Lucteal was handling finding out Lance was pregnant better than he thought... unless the man was taking pot shots as his husband and not jesting

"Shall we not talk about..."

Even Daehra was in on it. This was gold, or it would have been if Lance hadn't cut her off

"Ok! Enough. I'm more than capable at piloting any ship thrown my way. Come on, Annla. We don't need these losers"

With Annla up on his shoulders, Annla was directing them where they needed to go. There were various electronic signs up that cycled through alien languages, though the main theme of the map was the same, Lance able to desipher enough to pass the directions up to Annla, not caring about the last of her ice cream dripping into his hair. Passing the same skill tester as they had before, Annla nearly fell off backwards as she craned her neck to stare at the rows of masks

"Do you want one?"

Pulling bits of Lance's hair out in the process of her fall, Annla pulled out more in surprise. Lance yelping as the force pulled him backwards

"I... what... no... masks are for babies"

Blushing, Annla bit her lip

"Are you sure? I saw you watching them as we passed the first time"

"They're for babies. I'm not a baby"

Keith was at a loss for what to say. Annla was usually so forceful that she practically would have demanded on. Shifting his weight, he opened his mouth, before closing it as he tried to come up with the right words

"Really? I think some of these are kind of cute. There's a lot of Earth animals in the mix... and a lot I don't know the name for either... Keith, do you feel up to a strength test? I mean, my big rugged husband should have noooo trouble at all winning us a mask each... I think that white cat one, the third along the top row is pretty adorable, but then the black cat mask in the fifth row is all chubby, and chubby cats are adorable too... He looks like he's packed full of yummy treats and ready for pats and naps... Oh my god, babe, we should get that one for you. You love your pats and naps"

Keith's cheeks reddened. He only liked pats and naps when it involved Lance. It wasn't even pats and naps... He was a man. It was quiznakking "manly cuddles with his husband"

"Whatever... It's your fault"

"Ignore him , Annla. I think you'd look super cute in the white cat mask. I think the orange is supposed to be a fox... but it might be a tiger with those stripes... hold up, is that a Voltron mask? Keith, can you see what that they did to yellow!? We totally have to tell Hunk. He'd go nuts for it... or over it... I do not remember yellow's face being so squashed"

Cottoning on to the fact he may have real customers on his hand, the man manning the stall slipped out from behind the rows of mask. Keith taking an instant dislike to his cocky smile and slicked back white hair as he rubbed his hands together greedily. Somehow he'd rigged the strength test with the intention of taking money from naive festival goers

"Step right up. Step right up. All it takes is one hit. Hit hard enough that the top light glows and win a prize! 900 GAC gets you 3 tries!"

900 GAC geez. Keith had a feeling that the price might have been inflated given who he and Lance were. Still, he had his own personal pride to think of, and more importantly, he wanted to wipe the smugness off the man's face

"If I win, I get my choose of any mask I want, don't I?"

"Anything in the red zone and you get your choose from the second row down. Hit the light and you get your choose from the top row"

Looking over to the masks, the white cat one was in the top row. As he listened to his husband explain the different animals to Annla, he understood now why Lance had made a fuss over how cute they were. Annla was embarrassed because she didn't know the names of the animals on them. She didn't know how to say which one she liked, and her princess pride wouldn't let her admit her faults. Mentally snorting to himself, Annla was kind o a carbon copy of him when it came to not knowing things. Or how he used to be...

"Do you two know what you want?"

Giving him possibly the biggest smile he'd ever seen, Annla nodded quickly

"The white cat one... Lance was right. It's the cutest one there"

Tilting his head back, Lance's smile was open and unguarded as he gazed up at Annla

"I like to think I have excellent taste"

"Nooooo. The white cat is better than the black cat!"

"I think the black one is adorable"

Annla wasn't having it

"It's ugly"

"It's "ugly cute". I'm going to have to teach you all about fat cats and their super important role in Earth culture"

Furrowing his brow, Keith crossed his arms as he tried to glare at Lance. His husband made it far too hard to be angry with him for real, especially when he looked so natural carrying Annla around on his shoulders as if she was their daughter

"I thought you said the black one reminded you of me. Are you trying to tell me I'm "ugly cute"?"

Snorting with laughter, Lance poked his tongue out before looking at him

"You're the one who said it, babe"

Oh. It was so on. His husband was a little shit. He'd give him "ugly cute"

"Just you watch. I'm going to win both those damn masks, then I'm going to make you eat your words. 900 GAC right?"

"That's right! Let's see you win... if you can"

Pulling out his wallet, Keith pulled out 1000 GAC, which unsurprisingly the vendor "didn't" have change for. Lifting the mallet from its holder beside the tester, it was grossly misproportioned weight and size wise. There was a high possibility that if he was a "normal" festival goer he wouldn't have been able to lift the quiznakking thing to begin with

"You've got this, babe! Show him what you can do!"

Clapping and cheering for him, Lance didn't care he was making a fool of himself and drawing stares from the passing people

"Yeah! Go, Keith!"

"Hey, get your own husband! This one's mine"

Giggling, Annla nodded

"I know. I was there... I see you still carry both your tokens"

Moving his hand from her leg to the hair clip on his necklace, Lance stared down at the small gold piece of jewellery

"Of course I do. This is the single most precious item I own in the world. It's more important to me than anything I ever own will be, because it tells me every single day that I have the most wonderful and supporting husband I could ask for. Even if we fight, or we aren't happy all the time, it's my good luck charm that says Keith will be there"

Instead of "awwing", Annla made a wretching noise

"Who cares about that? Keith, you better win or I'm never talking to you again"

Keith's heart was racing at Lance's pure love. No. They weren't happy all the time. They barely knew how to function together under one roof without accidentally setting each other off. Their marriage needed more work than he knew what to do with. They had twins on the way. Lance wasn't well mentally, and he was covering up all his anxieties over becoming a father by trying to love Lance extra hard. But that didn't matter, because his husband trusted in him. Shooting them a finger-gun with his left hand, Lance shot back double in his direction

"I've got this!"

"Hell yeah you do! Pretend you're smacking Lotor over the head! Or the purple goo dispenser!"

God. He loved his quiznakking idiot.

Keith's first swing was experimental, he managed to hit into the red lightly section leading the colour draining from vendors face. The first three lights were yellow, followed by three green, then four red, before finally the red light a top the stand

"That's your black cat, babe!"

Stating it out loud, he didn't move to swing again until the vendor moved his slimy arse to unhook the black cat mask. Not that he'd admit it, but there was a kind of blue wolf looking mask in the bottom down far corner that he was eyeing off, curious as to how Kosmo would react to it. So as long as his next hit landed the critical blow, he'd still be able to win the wolf. "Helping" Lance slide the black cat on, it was definitely more ugly than cute with its fat cheeks looking as if its mouth was full of those weird space chickens Kosmo got into.

As Keith raised the mallet for the second swing, he felt the weight shift. The vendors eyes sparkling with evil glee as the handle seemed to now weigh at least as much as Lance did when he was carrying up against his chest. Unfortunately for the vendor, he didn't know that that was a somewhat common occurrence of late. Just as he raised the mallet, the weight shifted back to the head. Grinding his teeth to keep his expression neutral, his thoughts didn't do to "Lotor" or to the "purple food goo", instead they went to how much he wished the landing sensor was Klearo's face. Swinging it down with all his might, the vendor jumped back as he snarled out his anger. The hit sending the lights up to where the red light flicked on with annoying screech. Pale and shaking with fear, the man was jittery as Annla directed him to the white cat mask, her glee obvious, while Lance sucked in his lips so he seemed more mature. Stuttering out to "just take the third and leave", Keith picked out his wolf mask, which Annla then had to help put in place. As they were leaving the vendor miraculously found a 100GAC coin, that he pushed on to Keith before retreating with possibly the weirdest walk Keith had ever seen. His legs dead straight as if he'd forgotten that knees and hips were an actual thing.

Barely able to keep it in, they'd only made it a few metres before Lance was laughing so hard he was crying, and Keith was lifting Annla off his husband's shoulders before she lost her balance. Catching his husband's eye, Keith couldn't hold down his own laughter. The man had totally had that lesson coming. He'd well and truly shattered his pride and then some without a single drop of blood split. Slowly their laughter died out, Annla frowning at the pair of them as she was a disapproving daughter embarrassed by her two idiot fathers. Doubling over as he grabbed his crotch, Lance was still laughing while looking pained

"Babe?"

"I really need to pee. I forgot that's where we were going"

A little of Keith's dying laughter may have been directed his husband's way after being bitten when he'd needed to pee the previous day. Not a complete arsehole, Keith took Annla by the hand. He'd left navigation to the pair of them, then like Lance, he'd forgotten the purpose of his journey

"Do you know the way to the bathroom?"

"Yep. Lance really needs to go. His tummy hurts"

"Your stomach hurts?"

Lance nodded

"It's fine. It's not baby pain. It's "I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself pain". Totally worth it though. The look on his face. Do you think he'd take offence if I went back and beat him?"

"Babe. You need the toilet. Lets focus on our mission first"

"Yeah... yeah, that's probably for the best"

With lines being super long despite multiple toilets being available, Keith decided it was time to fake an emergency. "Propping" his husband up, Keith pushed their way through the front, apologising and claiming a Paladin emergency. For pop-up facilities, they were the nicest public toilets Keith had ever been. Between each person there was a sterilise hot rinse, surfaces still steaming as he ushered Lance inside. His husband then rewarding his hard work by kicking him out while he peed. The woman who'd been waiting at the front of the queue was quick to pick a fight over him pushing in. Grabbing Annla by the hand, Keith pulled her back from around the side, smoothly lying that Lance was her bodyguard and checking for potential explosive devices before Annla used the facilities. That soon shut her up. Lance was already self conscious about the time he spent in the bathroom as it was. Like fuck he was letting some snooty cow ruin his husband's day.

Nearly a varga had passed since leaving Daehra and Lucteal near the food vans. Lance was now wearing his jacket as he carried Annla on his shoulders, his husband having a difficult time with the smell of disinfectant in the toilet, so he'd zipped Keith's jacket all the way up to the top, not caring that the fabric of the collar sat just beneath his lips earning a few weird glances as they walked. In some strange way, Keith kind of did feel like a family with Lance and Annla by his side. Annla was so curious about everything, Lance was happy to entertain her, while Keith was happy watching the interactions between them. It also hadn't hurt that Lance had been adorable as he thanked him for winning their masks while Annla was in the toilet. His husband had refrained from kissing him due to vomit breath, but standing their arms looped loosely around each other's waists as his husband nosed at his neck had reassured him that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Though he really wasn't sure what the whole bathroom thing was about so was saving that question for later when they were alone and he wasn't risking embarrassing Annla. Returning to the two siblings, Coran had found the pair. The Altea was talking animatedly as he waved his hands around. Before he could stop his husband, Lance was creeping up on Coran, scaring the quiznak out the man as he tapped him on the shoulder.

"Lance! That was mean!"

Bopping Lance on the top of his head, Annla was unimpressed

"Sorry, m'lady. Annla, this Coran. Coran is basically like the best space uncle you could ever ask for... I don't think you've met... Anyway. Coran, Annla was the one who tricked us into getting married... ow! That's it, Pidge is getting an upgrade. You're the new gremlin of the group"

Pulling Lance's hair, Keith wasn't impressed with Annla's behaviour. Lance was clearly making a joke, and he worried that too much hair pulling would send his husband into a panic attack. Lifting Annla off Lance's shoulders, Annla looked scandalised. Kneeling down, he looked her in the eye

"Stop hurting my husband. You know better than to be hair pulling, especially when you should be able to feel his pain and discomfort. Now, this is Coran who is very important to Lance and I. Coran, this is Princess Annla. She's Lucteal and Daehra's younger sister. Now, say hello to Coran nicely"

Annla still looked unhappy, but curtsied as did as Keith asked, Coran returning the curtsey with a bow, before continuing

"Are you enjoying the festival?"

"Keith won us masks, and said we could go on the biggest rollercoaster"

Stepping closer to him, Lance slipped his arm around Keith's waist

"Yep. You know, you should come with us. Daehra and Lucteal had the nerve to say I'm an awful pilot. Personally I think that's exactly why they should come with us as punishment for being so rude. That is if you've got the time"

"Oh, no. I wouldn't wish to interrupt. Daehra and Lucteal were informing me that you two are on a date?"

"Coran, you went to so much effort to make all of this happen. I know you want things to run smoothly as it's in Allura's honour, but she would want you to have fun. Just like Lucteal and Daehra are going to go have fun because they shouldn't be sitting around like this. Allura wouldn't want you worried like this. Besides, Keith is on this "manly" streak, and I need witnesses for later bragging rights"

Stomping on his husband's foot lightly, Lance gaped at him

"You had it coming. You said I was "ugly cute", and now you want witnesses to my "manly streak". Plus, it was only lightly"

"I want witnesses because I'm proud of you, moron"

Not for the first time that day, Keith was blushing

"Then just say you're proud of me!"

"I am! And you're hot! You know I think you're hot"

"You compared me to a fat cat!"

"Fat cats are awesome! And, what I said was you "like pats and naps""

Dropping to a whisper yell, their four friends seemed worried. It wasn't like they were actually fighting. Keith's pride was strong enough to survive being compared to a cat.

"I like cuddling with my husband!"

"I like cuddling my husband too! You fit into my arms perfectly"

"Yeah. Well. So do you"

"And I like your mask. It makes me miss our son"

Keith had his mask on sideways so it covered his right ear. The half-Galra wearing his the same was as Lance and Annla were

"I'm curious what he's going to think"

"That his father is an idiot?"

"Probably. Do you want to go find that roller coaster now? Has your stomach settled? Do you think it was the ice cream? You said you were going to stick to the ration bars"

"I had a sudden craving for it while thinking about what would be good to eat under this heat. It's settled down. I could take a nap though"

"My poor old man"

Cocking his head, Lance scrunched his forehead up

"Will you still love me when I'm old? And all wrinkly?"

"You're already wrinkly enough. Tell me if you need a break?"

"I will. You ready?"

"Always. Come on, Coran. Lance is right. You need some fun too. Plus, it's gotta be better than his piloting skills"

"You all fu-... freakin' suck. Coran, help?"

"Well, there was that one time..."

Throwing his hands up in the air, Lance started to stalk away

"I'm hurt guys! I'm actually, factually, hurt!"

Doing the biggest roller coaster of there, Coran's screams we're the same as Annla's as the pair death gripped their harnesses. Annla throwing up mid loop and mid-scream, yet somehow Coran managed to escape unscathed despite sitting next to her. Both Lance and Keith escaping unscathed, Lance keeping it down until they were off the ride, then rushing to the closest bin to throw up. Coran taking care of Lance, as Annla threw her arms around Keith, crying her heart out as she apologised for being sick. Thinking Coran had Lance covered, Keith squatted down to check out Annla's dress, treating the princess like he would Lance as he reassured her it alright. For the most part she seemed clean. She had vomit smeared across her cheek and ear, but her dress, arms and hair had escaped the mess. With a little bit of water, it'd all wash away. Standing up to ask Coran for directions to where he could Annla cleaned up, Keith found Lance gagging alone. Scooping Annla onto his hip, Keith carried her over to Lance. Trying soothe both of them as he mentally cursed Coran for disappearing on them. He was just about to start cursing out loud when Krystaal crossed their path on his rounds. Desperate for help, it was relieving to find a friend in all the chaos. Calling him over, Keith sent him off to find water for both Annla and Lance, deciding on the spot that rides were banned for the rest of the day. There were still plenty of games and vendors to explore. Annla had gotten her wish of riding the biggest ride available. They'd done other rides. Lance's stomach was probably feeling scrambling, and the last thing Keith wanted was scrambled twins. The sign said "no pregnant people", still he'd let Lance have his way given that the only read danger was a sudden stop. He couldn't blame Annla, but he could feel completely overwhelmed over not being able to help.

Krystaal and Coran arrived at the same time. Keith's annoyance with Coran lessening as Coran explained he'd fold Lance he would fetch some water. His husband unable to pass the message on. Getting them both cleaned up, Annla ended up in Coran's arms. Coran's eyes filled with a deep melancholy sadness, Keith easily able to imagine the number of times he must have carried Allura around in such a manner. She even seemed scared when Krystaal got too close. He knew not all Galra were purple, but Annla hadn't been around enough to get the idea of "purple skin" being evil from her mind. He hated seeing the look of hurt of Krystaal's face, especially when all he'd done was help and was now being rejected for no reason. He was lucky enough to look human, and extra lucky that Krystaal's scent and appearance didn't trigger Lance in his weakened state. Making the decision for the group, Keith cuddled his husband close as he announced they'd be taking the afternoon slow. His goal was to slowly wind up near the palace so he could convince Lance to take a nap. The only thing exciting happening that night were the fireworks which had been scheduled for the first and last night of the movement long festival.

Not listening to him, his husband was a stubborn shit. Lance wanted to play everything from the ring toss to the balls and clowns. Some with more finesse than others. His husband was told off for leaning too far forward during the ring toss, it was a kids game and the woman was all about "following the rules" and "no height advantages". Lance still won, even playing fair. Choosing a white fluffy thing that he could only call a "space rabbit", Lance hugged it tightly as Annla scolded him for his bad taste, then asked Keith to win her the stuffed camel looking thing which was horrendously ugly. With nothing slipping past his husband, Lance was soon declaring it a challenge in both games and who could find the best vendor food, Coran dragged into their competition as referee.

Narrowly beating his husband at the knife toss, Lance whooped his arse at the shooting games, of which there were far more. His husband didn't seem to need an initial practice shot as he adjusted for the tampering and crooked barrels of the old school style guns. His eyes narrowed, breathing even, as he oozed confidence. Out of everything, his second win was another one of his rabbits, followed by small toys for Annla, and a few kids who were awed by his skills, his second biggest win being for Coran which some stuffed slug looking thing he seemed especially keen on. Keith hadn't thought Coran would be in to stuff toys, yet proudly carried his slug around as if he'd won the damn thing. Over the following few vargas their popularity dropping with the vendor holders upon learning they used to be Paladins... due to Pidge and Hunk having made a clean sweep through the area. Pidge he could picture, Hunk... Hunk was a little harder, though when Lance mentioned he was probably trying hard to impressed Shay, Keith could see it. It was just like how he wanted to impress Lance. He wanted to feel Lance's eyes on him as he won. He wanted his to find him desirable in way other than the support he offered. Most of all, he wanted to show Lance how strong he was. That he could handle himself no matter the mission, and that if they were separated due to work, he had a wide array of skills that would ensure his survival. Their rivalry was ultimately brought to an end by Lance's yawning, his husband trying to rub at his sleepy eyes as he carried his prize winnings including a stuffed version of Red, that Lance won by beating him at a shooting game where the aim was to hit 20 moving bullseyes in a dobosh. Keith got an impressive 16. Lance passed 20, winning a toy from the top rack of stuffed animals. He didn't know why Lance would want a stuffed version Red, what with his time in Voltron still tinged with bitterness, but didn't question it in front of Annla who worshipped Voltron, and Coran who was seeing far too much of Allura in Annla. Following the vendor rows to the palace, Coran caught onto what Keith was up to as he promised to return Annla to Daehra and Lucteal while Lance napped.

Leaning heavily on each other, they nearly tripped over each other's feet as they stumbled into their room. Staggering over to the bed, they both collapsed face first, Lance laughing as they landed on their prizes ungracefully. Rolling onto his back, Lance turned his head towards Keith, spluttering as he inhaled some of the fur off the white rabbit

"You know those rabbits are ugly"

"They're ugly cute..."

Nope. Not this again. Grabbing Lance's stuffed toys, Keith threw them over to the other side of the bed

"I don't know why you needed two of them"

"For the twins... and Red for you... I miss him"

Red was for him?

"I miss him too... and the rabbits are for the twins?"

Yawning, Lance rolled back to face him

"Mhmm. When we're old I can tell them about our date. It was a good date"

Wriggling closer to Lance, Keith smiled softly at his husband

"Yeah. It was. Are you ok with us not being alone? I mean, it was kind of a..."

"Shhh. Don't ruin it. It was a good day. You did a really good job with Annla"

Keith wasn't sure he had. Propping himself with his elbow, he poked at his husband's chest with his left pointer finger

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"My scalp still hurts... I thought I was going to panic when she kept pulling, but you scolded her when she needed it... you're going to be a good dad"

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I didn't know the words at the time. I didn't want to make a scene... I still had a lot of fun"

Reaching out, Keith pulled the mask off the side of Lance's head, before doing the same with his own

"I'm glad. I was wondering... with how much you threw up. I thought you'd be exhausted"

Lance groaned at him

"I am. I'm so beyond tired. I've been ready for a nap since we left this morning"

"Idiot, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted to have a good day. Now I'm going to have an awesome nap before the fireworks tonight"

Keith's lips turned downwards. His husband had had such a long day as it was. He was still recovering

"You want to go?"

"With you... I wanna see all the bright colours with you. Plus, we didn't try the fairy floss"

Snorting at Lance, Keith made a dramatic show of rolling towards his husband and looping his arm around him loosely

"I thought you had a plan. What happened to that?"

"I did... you do sugar midmorning for the energy, then savoury for lunch, and sugar again mid afternoon. That way you don't end up feeling gross from too much sugar... and the kids run it off before hitting their low on the drive home. You don't have a big family without learning a thing or two"

"Wow... you did have a plan"

Lance tapped the side of his nose

"Mami and papi know a thing or two... are you ready to nap? Or do you want to shower first? I don't feel very sexy anymore... I think Annla got ice cream in my hair"

Keith nodded, his hand stopping to hover near Lance's hair before he slowly lowered it down. Lance's brown sweaty locks were sticky, and now he was concentrating on it, he could smell off milk

"Yeah. Would a bath be better? It'd get you off your feet"

"That actually sounds amazing. Can you little spoon with me... really just wanna hold my husband"

Lance sounded mildly surprised, as if Keith didn't frequently have good ideas

"How am I supposed to wash your hair if I'm the little spoon?"

Lance frowned deeply, face wrinkled with confusion

"You... can't? I wanna cuddle you"

"How about, I cuddle you in the bath, then you cuddle me in bed?"

Relief flooded Lance's face, far too much relief. His husband really must have been mentally struggling with working the problem out

"Look at you. You're so smart... and handsome. Very handsome... And so strong. Quiznak. I wish we'd filmed the look on that vendors face as he rushed to get rid of us"

"That was pretty funny"

"It was... ugh... I think I'm stuck here"

Moving his hand up from where he was stroking his husband's side softly to cupping Lance's right cheek, he rubbed at the skin gently

"If you want me to carry you, that's all you have to say"

"I like it when you hold me... when it's just us... I don't want people thinking I'm weak"

"Baby, you're not weak. Here, let's take a bath"

"Thank you... I love you, and I loved today"

"I did too, babe. I did too"

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Better Things

Part 13 of My Brother’s Keeper (Part 1 l Previous l Next)

It’s here!! It took me too long! I have been very sickly and also I am just a fool in general!! But anyway it’s done and it’s 1:30 and let’s post it :) Taglist is a separate post. I think you’re great. Let me know if you have any questions.

They’ve both been through a lot. They’ve both been through too much. In fact, all four of them have, and just for a minute - in this warmth, in this safety - they pause to look each other in the eye.

Chase's room is very warm.

Warmer than the big dying house ever was.

His blankets are very thick, and his hands are very soft, and Jameson was mostly awake by the time he was carrying him inside and placing him in his own bed, but he didn't open his eyes.

He just lay very still.

Chase left. Murmured with someone else in the hallway. Carried another body into the house. Returned.

Jameson is good at pretending to be asleep.

“Hey, little man,” Chase whispers, and gently touches his shoulder. “Can you wake up, bud?”

He's too scared to open his eyes. He's too scared to move. Anyway, he doesn't think he could bear to look at Chase again. He'd just remember the blood.

“It's going to be okay,” Chase promises above him, and his soft, soft hands brush his overgrown hair carefully out of his eyes. “I got you, bud, it's all going to be okay. I'll be right back.”

Chase reappears with something wet and cold for his bruises, for the imprints of Anti's fingers in his throat, for his neck as black as charcoal. He presses it carefully into Jameson's flesh and his little brother does his very best not to flinch.

He expects it to hurt. Certainly it's cold and slimy, unpleasant even, but a minute passes, and another, with Chase very gently massaging it into his throat, and he thinks the pain is fading a little.

They still burn like fire. But less. And Chase is here.

Chase doesn't hurt him.

“Everything's going to be okay,” he says again, and hums something pretty and faraway.

Jameson sinks back into his exhaustion.

He is not yet a year old.

And neither was Henrik, the first time Anti stole him away.

He was eleven months and he was trying to save his Jack. Without success. The punishment of failure has redefined his reality.

Anti taught them both many things.

Pain. Sorrow. Real fear, not the cheap stuff that comes from a gun or a car crash or the end of a knife.

You might expect it to become mundane given time, but it doesn't. Pain is always pain. Sorrow's always sorrow. Fear is always fear. You can retreat into your head and hope for your brothers to save you, but in the end –

Fear and pain and sorrow.

The first time he came home, Henrik was distraught and unbelieving, and it took his brothers long weeks to convince him he was safe, and longer weeks still to learn how to deal with his trauma, and the grief and rage and hatred, too often self-directed, that it gave to him. They begged and persuaded him, held him down and held him close, kept white his hands and tried to teach him peace again. There was a whole ocean of despair foaming inside his chest, and Jackie and Chase, protection and care, were the two halves of the life vest that just barely kept his head above the water.

He survived it, or maybe he's surviving it now. He supposes his brothers would tell him, with warm eyes and gentle mouths, that he's somehow stronger for it, but in the end, he thinks he just knows how to forget. He finds other things to think about when he can. Over the past week or so, there is one thing and one thing alone that has sustained him, and that is Jameson Jackson.

The little one. The lost one. The dead one. Alive.

“I thought it was time for you to meet,” said Anti, and he brought the child downstairs. Henrik looked up through eyes that wept blood, and laid eyes upon Jameson for the first time in that cold and merciless prison cell, and loved him without reservation, without doubt, so much it made him gasp and choke and set his bruised head down against the chains that held him tight.

“Jameson Jackson,” he'd said, and he was punished for it, but it didn't matter.

He was alive.

How very unfair, Henrik had thought, as Anti carved blood from his face and Jameson stared at the floor, silent and lost, frightened and thin. How very very unfair, that he has never had what I have had since the day of my creation.

He's always had a bad temper, but it never once occurs to him to hate Jameson, even as he stood there, even as he watched.

That he has never had a gentle pair of brothers to hold onto his hands and call him friend, and stay up with him on the long nights when death is calling from a storied building or a heavy bottle of medicine.

Henrik put his head down. He let Anti cut him to pieces. And when it gave Jameson a chance to back off and slink away, he was only glad that he had spared the little one further hurt.

Yes, they both know fear and pain and sorrow. But Henrik has had comfort, has had brotherhood and respite, and Jameson – Jameson Jackson, the wanderer, the youngest – has never had anything but blood, shadow, and falsity.

Has never had anyone but Anti to love him.

Henrik grits his teeth. And he makes a promise.

To Jameson. To himself. To the universe and to the bastard who stole them both away:

He will never suffer alone again.

He is the good doctor. His patient has suffered without him for far too long already. That time is over now.

Henrik wakes up in his room.

The walls are green. The ceiling is green. The air smells like coffee beans and iodine, because someone has already cleaned and bandaged his wounds. The alarm clock on his bedside drawer reads “2:34 AM” in exasperated digital light. Beside it, there is a picture of Marvin, Chase, and Jackie, all grinning like idiots at the camera and covered in flour from some baking endeavor gone horrifically wrong.

Usually it makes him smile. Right now it makes his eyes burn.

He wasn't sure he'd be coming home this time.

“Henrik,” whispers Jackie, and even realizing that he's there, waiting patiently at his brother's bedside, is not surprising or reassuring or any cause for joy.

There is only one thing he wants.

“Jackie,” Henrik answers. Fat tears cling to his eyelashes. “Where's the little one?”

“Oh, bud, don't worry about him right now, okay? He's upstairs. He's alright, Henrik. Fuck, Schneep, I missed you. I missed you.”

He leans down to offer comfort, but Henrik isn't interested. His whole chest is one fire.

“I was his again,” he says, putting his hands on Jackie's shoulders to help himself sit up. “I was his again. Please. Let me see the little one.”

Jackie pauses, his mouth slightly open.

“Your old wounds are hurting you, ja?” asks Henrik, straightening up.

“Um – just a little, don't worry about it.”

“Good,” says Henrik, and he bolts.

Jackie gives a cry of protest behind him, staggering painfully to his feet, but Henrik is already on his way up the stairs, ignoring the grumbles of stitches in his side and arms. None of it matters but the little one. He checks the guest room first – no, stupid, Chase will already have attached himself to the little thing. Here's his room, the first door at the top of the stairs, covered in pictures and posters, and stepping through it gives Henrik the old, familiar smell of his dear friend, enough to make him stop in his tracks, just for a moment.

Chase and Jameson jerk awake in sync. Chase lifts his head off the mattress and sits up slowly in his chair, wiping the sleep out of his eyes and yawning before turning wearily to the door. His eyes only widen when he sees his brother. Jameson, on the other hand, sits up with genuine terror in his shadowed eyes.

“Schneep!” cries Chase, delighted, and hurries to his feet. He sweeps towards Henrik like he was born in his arms – in fact he'd been holding him within about an hour of his creation, a traumatic memory he doesn't have time for right now – but Schneep barely responds. He's watching Jameson.

His eyes are a little greyer than his brothers' are, and they flash in a way that makes Henrik think of Marvin, fast-tempered and intelligent and just a little wild, but he doesn't think he ever saw Marvin looking this scared. His arms are wrapped around himself. He rocks back and forth. His hair is still teal at the edges of his fringe, but other parts of him were stripped away a long time ago. There is no monocle or hat, no vest or white shirt. Anti has done his best to destroy him. Jameson's mouth is soft and still, his face blue and ivory and his body scattered in scars both faded and fresh, old memories of trauma etched deep into his skin.

Fear and pain and sorrow. Fear and pain and sorrow.

Jameson sits on the bed and shivers with terror, his eyes whipping around the room as he searches for some escape from whatever comes next. He wonders if Henrik will kill him for all the times he stood by and did nothing to help him or if he'll only be tortured.

“Asshole,” Jackie spits as he reaches Chase's door. His back is bent and he isn't breathing quite right, but he's here. “Henrik, come back to bed!”

“Jackie, what's going on? Schneep, are you okay?”

Apparently this is Jameson's breaking point. With impressive speed and startling dexterity, the littlest brother leaps out of Chase's bed, drops to the ground, and slips underneath his brother's bed like a very frightened cat.

“Holy shit,” says Jackie.

“Um, oh,” says Chase, even less articulately.

For a second, they all stand and breathe and process. Chase's hand comes up to rest on Henrik's shoulder.

“It's nothing,” whispers Henrik, because he can recognize Chase's worry in the touch of his fingers. “It's nothing, stop worrying.”

“You're crying. Schneep, what's wrong? I think Jackie's right. You should probably go back to bed, man.”

He wipes tears angrily out of his traitor eyes. “It's nothing!” he repeats. “Please, I... I just...”

Jackie sighs, and turns to Chase, and steals the glasses he fell asleep in right off his nose. “He just wants to see the little guy. Here.” He sets them gently on Henrik's face. “Take a minute. Look the kid over. We'll give you five minutes alone. After that – ”

“I'll go back to bed,” Henrik promises, finally meeting their eyes. “I will, I promise.”

Chase lets Jackie pull him out of the room, though his mouth is twisted up with worry. That's so like him. Scheisse, he missed them!

He's grateful to be able to feel that, at least.

He comes to stand next to the bed, determined to be calm, determined to be patient. The little one is shaking so hard he makes the whole bedframe tremble. He brought as much of Chase's blankets with him as he could when he made his great escape, and now half of the sheets are dragging out from under the bed.

“Hi,” says Henrik, sinking to the floor.

Just trembling. Just silence.

“He shakes so much,” he continues, tilting his head and putting on his best professional, certified doctor voice. “Always shaking. Like a leaf, right? I’ve never seen him not shaking. Are you scared, Jameson?”

In a softer voice, he adds, “I'm sorry I scared you. Opened the door too fast. I was worried.”

He pauses and sighs and glances around. Chase's room is always overheated and never tidy. There's clothes across the floor and tissues on the bedside drawer and posters all across the wall. But it's cozy and colorful and even Henrik has to admit it smells nice. He burns these fat vanilla candles whenever he has migraines and the smell never quite fades.

“This is better than that house, right?” murmurs Henrik.

Jameson turns to look at him, and Henrik feels his heart catch in his throat.

The nightlight in Chase's room casts him into ghostly reminiscence, illuminating him like the Ghost of Torment Past. For a second that lasts a very long time, they are back in that big cold house despite everything, having met only once and already understanding something deep and secret and true about the other, though Henrik doesn't know how to describe it. He would guess that if Jameson were to say anything about the truth he saw in him, he would call it “frailty” or “failure” or “cowardliness.”

It makes his eyes water. It makes him cry. It makes him cry so much harder than he's ready to be crying right now, but he doesn't have that much of a choice.

He covers his face with his hands. He weeps.

“Hi,” he says again, because he does not know what else to say. “Hi, I – you know me. Do you know me? We suffered together.”

He can't look away from those silver-stained eyes. He stares at Jameson in wonder and in love, and Jameson stares back, in fear and hope and curiousity, and knows, the same way that birds know to cross the ocean, that, in any universe, in any timeline, they were meant to be brothers.

Jameson's eyes are blue and grey. His neck is black. He nods.

He knows him.

“Come here,” pleads Henrik. “Come here and let me see you, little one.”

He shivers. He shakes. But he does come out, and his eyes speak some trust, or some knowing, or at least some shared terror, now gone away, and left them in the silence together.

“Hi,” says Henrik, and brushes his hair from his face. “Oh, there's some blood on your face. Chase must have missed. Here, I'll be right back.”

He leaves and comes back with a washcloth.

Jameson is crying.

It's late. It's dark. It's impossible.

But at long last – and he has dreamt of it so long, he has dreamt of it for as long as he has known fear, as long as he has known pain, as long as he has known sorrow –

Henrik wipes the blood from his face.

It ends up being longer than five minutes, but when it is over, Chase and Jackie are waiting for him.

“How are you doing?” asks Jackie, at the same time Chase asks, “Is everything okay?”

Henrik looks up with tear-filled eyes and a smile.

“I missed you both so much,” he chokes, and collapses into their arms.

Chase lets out a shout of pure joy, wrapping his arms around him, and the two of them crash to the ground like a messy 3 AM Pieta, and Henrik savors his warmth and his love and that kind vanilla smell that always sticks to his skin.

“I missed you!” Chase cries, again and again and again, nuzzled against his shoulder. “I missed you so much! I was so worried! Don't go away again, Schneep, that was so scary, I missed you so much, oh, Schneep...”

Jackie sinks to his knees beside them. In a favored form of affection, he presses his forehead against Henrik's, and his brother closes his eyes, and savors that too.

“Motherfucker,” Jackie whispers.

“You're the motherfucker, dummkopf.”

It makes Jackie laugh, so hard it probably hurts his chest worse, but he guesses it doesn't matter much at this point.

Henrik sighs deep. Runs his hand across the back of Chase's hair and memorizes Jackie's face once his brother closes his eyes too. Locks this moment in his memories like a save point.

“Ich liebe dich,” murmurs Jackie, pressing against his head.

“I know,” Henrik whispers.

“And you too,” Jackie adds, bumping his head against Chase's.

“I love you,” swears Chase. “I love you both. So much. I love you both so, so much.”

For a long time, they just hold each other.

For a long time, there is no fear or pain or sorrow.

Just love and protection.

Goodness, care, a big warm house far beyond Anti's reach.

And brotherhood.

#my brother's keeper #my brother's keeper part 13 #bee writes #jameson jackson #chase brody #schneep #jackieboy #whew seriously so sorry this took me so long i wrote #umm #TWELVE PAGES OF DRAFTS #too many directions i have given myself TOO MUCH FREEDOM #also this is longer than the usual pieces do you like it?#ok thanks love you for reading #i'm out #going to bed #good night!!

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