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kiseiakhun · 2 years ago

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halkyle. ALL the numbers

*cracks knuckles*

Dating Headcanon

Hal talks himself into and then out of dating Kyle like twenty times, meanwhile Kyle's just like hrnnnnn booty. Hal's having this whole Moment and making leaps and bounds in his Journey Of Self Discovery and Kyle is checking out his tits. It takes so much time and effort for Hal to get to the point where he can acknowledge that 1. he wants Kyle, 2. it's okay to want Kyle, 3. he is good enough to want Kyle, and Kyle is just like 🥺 daddy spank me.

Dinner Headcanon

The only time they remember to eat is when Guy forces them to. Kyle is a lantern wifi router and never runs out of charge and he just forgets to eat or sleep (I know that's been retconned and I don't care, shut up, he is a sentient lantern battery). Hal doesn't forget. He makes the active choice to live off of his ring energy. At one point Kyle knew how to make, like, grilled cheese, but at this point I don't think he remembers how to use a stove. Hal knows how to make basic meals but he never does unless he's trying to impress someone. Yes Kyle is impressed by Hal's kraft dinner mac and cheese. They deserve each other.

Arguments Headcanon

When they argue it's always as a proxy for some other issue. Kyle is too easygoing and prefers to ignore problems. Hal... doesn't like to acknowledge them, but he can't stop himself. He's hypervigilant and always waiting for the other shoe to drop and ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Things build up between them and then they explode in a dumb argument about doing the dishes or Kyle leaving his socks all over the place. Fights between them are bad. They're both very prideful and stubborn. Every time a small disagreement happens Hal is like, this is it, we are done, and starts packing his bags while Kyle goes to have sad breakup sex with Guy/John/Wally/Roy/Bruce one time and they never mention it again. And then two days later Kyle finds Hal in whichever space watering hole he's hiding at and apologizes and tries to talk it out but just ends up barfing his feelings all over Hal while Hal's standing there like 🧍‍♂️

And they both get overwhelmed by the emotional intensity and fuck for four days straight and then try to do better by each other. It's an ongoing process.

Playful/Silly Headcanon

Kyle is sooo genuinely impressed by all of Hal's stereotypical macho bullshit. Hal will take a shirtless picture with a Space Fish he caught with his bare hands and Kyle will be like 😍 wow he's so hot and cool. Hal takes a shirtless photo of himself flexing and Kyle is drooling while everyone else is like why the fuck is he taking an instagram photo, isn't he like 60. That's so lame. Hal will do the "you. here. now" gif and Kyle gets turned on. He is the basic white girl your parents warned you about.

Night In Headcanon

If they're staying home, they're fucking.

Night Out Headcanon

Usually Kyle is the one who wants to go out for a date, but sometimes Hal gets into these moods where he's like I Must Provide, I Must Prove Myself An Adequate Partner and he goes hard on charming and romancing Kyle and taking him out to fancy dinners and giving him flowers and Kyle is so weak. He is so weak to it. His dumb romantic heart is like 😍🥰😍🥰🥺🥰. They go on a lot of fun dates whenever they have the time and it's usually Kyle being sappy at Hal but Hal has decades of experience on Kyle and a better idea of the highfaluting life because of knowing Carol and Ollie. When he tries he can match Kyle in being gross and sappy but he needs to get over the mental hurdle of real men don't feel emotions etc etc so it's usually Kyle dragging him to new restaurants or the skating rink or to the alien opera.

Kissing Headcanon

They're banned from kissing on the watchtower because whenever they kiss it always leads to makeouts which always leads to someone getting sucked off in a closet and some people have superhearing and/or are psychic! Clark sees so much! J'onn also sees so much!!

Sleeping Headcanon

They don't sleep but when they do they always end up tangled around each other like an octopus. Kyle and Hal are both Cali boys, they need to stay warm.

How Friends/Family React

Wally is so incensed at that slut, Kyle, waltzing in and stealing EVERYONE FROM HIS LIFE. DOES HAL LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE PUTS OUT? WALLY CAN PUT OUT TOO. FIRST KYLE STEALS ROY AND DONNA FROM HIS LIFE AND THEN BATMAN PATS HIM ON THE HEAD AND CALLS HIM A GOOD BOY AND THEN HE STEALS HAL? UNCLE HAL? UNCLE HAL WHO IS WALLY'S PRECIOUS UNCLE AND WALLY DESERVES HIM! HE DESERVES HIM MORE THAN KYLE.

Everyone else is like 'nice' and then they try to angle for a threesome because Kyle and Hal are both notorious sluts.

Heartbreak Headcanon

Kyle gives himself full-body laser hair removal when he becomes god again and Hal breaks up with him because he likes the fur 😔 reblog if you cry everytime

NSFW Headcanons

Position/Locations

Any position, anywhere, any time. They are SO horny it's impossible to keep the beast contained, and by beast I mean their cock. Plus, with the use of their rings and flying abilities, it means they can try sooo many more creative positions.

Rough or Gentle? Fast or Slow?

Hal has two moods: Kyle is precious, I Cannot Hurt Him, I must worship him and be gentle with him, he is so much better than me, he is better than anyone in the world, he is so good, I cannot taint him

I Am Going To Break His Spine

Meanwhile, Kyle likes it hard and rough. He doesn't like pain just for the sake of pain, but he loves feeling wanted, loves it when Hal just needs him so much he snaps and loses control and just takes from his body. Conversely he also likes slow, emotional sex where they whisper endearments at each other but Hal can't always handle that so it's usually hard and nasty. Hal adores Kyle. One way or another, he's going to give him what he wants.

Favourite Kinks/Fantasies/Toys

They have the world's greatest sex toy weapon on their fingers, they can do anything.

Hal does love tying Kyle up though. Kyle keeps trying to squirm free and touch himself on the few occasions Hal is patient enough to tease him and Hal's like >:| no. He also likes teasing Kyle in public, making a toy pop into existence inside him while Kyle struggles to keep his composure.

Kyle also likes tying Hal down but also he HAS to tie him down if he ever wants to take his time or dominate him. Hal has no respect for Kyle's authority 😔It's also the only time Kyle can lay on the praise kink. Sometimes! Kyle wants to be gross and sappy!! But Hal fucks him too hard for him to get any words out!!!

They both have a daddy kink. Kyle wants a daddy to ruffle his head and call him a good boy and Hal wants to feel important.

Who Tops/Bottoms, Who's Dominant/Submissive

They're both switches BUT Hal has Issues™ around giving up control and letting someone into his mind, so it usually works out to him domming Kyle. Kyle doesn't mind, but sometimes he just wants to dom his daddy, okay. Hal wrecks Kyle when he's domming him and it's so good but Kyle is actually the meaner dom. He's better at staying in control, laying out a scene and actually teasing Hal throughout instead of just snapping and fucking him to the point of unconsciousness. It takes waaaay longer to work Hal down to subspace than Kyle; Kyle has the finesse for that type of careful scene, Hal does not.

Public Play Headcanon

Hal takes every opportunity he can to tease Kyle in public. He'll make a construct buzz against Kyle's prostate while they're stuck in a league meeting, tug at is balls, pinch his nipples, light teasing touches all over his body while Kyle bites his lip and tries to not give himself away. It's a power rush. He likes watching Kyle's composure slip, loves edging him in public until Kyle can't hide what's happening to him. On Kyle's part, he's a freaky exhibitionist and he'll nut in a room full of people and then beg for more. He feels no shame. Hal does feel shame, though, so Kyle's more discreet when he teases him. He plays up his reactions until Hal snaps and fucks him in a public alleyway. Kyle uses constructs too to tease Hal, but he prefers to do things like whisper dirty talk in Hal's ear while they're trapped on a crowded subway.

Sensitive Spots/Favourite Tricks

When Hal fucked Kyle after their homoerotic plane ride, which is exactly what happened in canon, he touched Kyle's prostate for the first time and Kyle saw god. Kyle really likes getting fucked. Hal doesn't prep him as much as he should after long missions because he likes watching Kyle struggle to take him. He wants to make him feel it.

Hal has sensitive nipples and Kyle DOES use this knowledge to torment him when he's least expecting it. Also Kyle is great at dirty talk and for some reason this always surprises Hal.

Foreplay/Turn Ons

Hal doesn't believe in foreplay. Sometimes he tries to take it slow but then Kyle acts too sexy and all his restraint flies out the window. Kyle acts sexy on purpose but Hal doesn't know that, he just thinks Kyle was born with natural slut inclinations. Sometimes he does manage to hold onto restraint but it's always in a very dom/sub role. He can be patient when he's toying with Kyle and making him cry. Instant gratification, thy name is Hal.

Kyle LOVES foreplay. He loves slow kisses and cuddles and hickeys and fingering, but he is also impatient. He loves it when Hal overwhelms him, when Hal's so overtaken by lust he can't take it slow.

Foreplay for them is when they publicly tease each other until the other person snaps, lbr.

Kyle wants to be Hal's good little baby boy 🥺 praise REALLY gets him going. He wants to feel Loved and Safe, safe enough to not question anything that Hal does. He wants to sink into the mindspace where everything else in the world melts away. He wants to be bimbofied sooooo bad. Kyle doesn't want someone to take control with him, he wants to feel safe enough that he doesn't worry about clinging to control. He wants to feel free to express himself without any fear of repercussions.

Hal does want his control to be taken from him. He'll never give it up willingly. This is why Kyle is mean, because there has to be a fight in there. It has to be a struggle. The rituals are important!! Hal is a Strong Macho Man and he doesn't want things like to give up control or fall at the knees of his baby. He doesn't. He's strong and powerful and in control and nothing can take it away from him. (Please take it away from him)

Hal likes impact play. Kyle doesn't like impact play by itself, it has to be coached in something else, about how he's being good for his daddy by taking his punishment. He does like hurting Hal, though. It's the trust in the gesture, the fact that Hal feels comfortable enough to let Kyle hurt him. He likes the methodic way Hal breaks down as he switches from the flogger to the whip. Hal cracks for him. It makes Kyle's heart boner nut.

Never Again/Turn Offs

Kyle refused to dom Hal for the longest time because Hal is a dumbass and didn't want to hurt Kyle's feelings by safewording when the scene got too intense and then he avoided Kyle for days because what the fuck! Kyle is a baby! That BABY shouldn't be able to even PUSH him that far what the fuck waht the fuck he is STRONG he is STOLID he has NO TRIGGERS

Who Teases The Other? Who's More Impatient? Who Initiates?

Hal, Hal, Hal. Well. Okay, Kyle teases Hal by existing, and it's at least half on purpose. He loooves to rile Hal up and play innocent and watch him stew in frustration. Kyle likes edging. He likes to draw it out. Hal is so impatient. Once he gets over the hurdle of not being good enough for Kyle he's always touching him. Not in a PDA way, but just in a way where he has to remind himself that this is real, Kyle is real, Kyle wants him. And all of that touching gets Kyle riled up, and then he has to rile Hal up. It's a horny feedback loop.

They both initiate. They fuck like rabbits, everywhere, on every location, in public and private. They are soooo horny, they can't stop themselves. They don't want to stop.

Aftercare Headcanon

Hal didn't know what aftercare was at first and he didn't give Kyle all the attention he needed and it made Kyle so upset that John yelled at Hal. It never occurred to Kyle that Hal didn't know what aftercare was because the cuddling after isn't a separate part of sex for him, it's the whole point of sex. He needs the close contact and reassurance and cuddling and Love that comes after. Hal's used to packing up and skedaddling out as soon as sex is finished. He's like, my part here is done, time to never display any vulnerability or let another person close to me! This is normal. I am healthy. I am the pinnacle of mental health.

He starts cuddling Kyle and he's whammied by now nice it feels and how much he enjoys it. That's how Kyle traps Hal into a relationship with him.

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#halkyle #hal jordan #kyle rayner #asks #ask meme #wajjs #yes I reblogged this seven days ago yes I'm still doing them #time is fake

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years ago

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Hi Roomie,

Back at it with another ask because another important question came up. Can you please settle a dispute?

Which BTS member:

1. Shows up at your work to steal you away for lunch?

2. Shows up at your work and makes YOU lunch?

3. Wants to do either of the above but is too busy, so YOU show up at his work? Which do you do: bring him lunch or make him your lunch?

Ah, Roomie! Perfect timing, as I am now on my lunch break! 🤩 Come join me. I've ordered us some grilled cheeses and tomato soup with our boys on the side.

Q: Which BTS member shows up at your work to steal you away for lunch?

A: Jimin

That whimsical smile pops into frame, blocking out your computer screen. Giggles. Back hugs. "What are you doing here?" He'll tell you that everything was fine, and that he just missed you. You'll stroll down the sidewalk, hand not just in hand, but hands melded, your head resting on his shoulder as he talks about how he likes surprising you at work. That he likes imagining you laughing at your desk and helping out your team. But that you also need to be spoiled. Lunch is on him -- whatever you like. But like you told me, Jimin definitely greases the wheels with snacks, and you're never one to be fooled. When you get home later that evening, he'll be hungry for something else, and more of it.

Q: Which BTS member shows up at your work and makes YOU lunch?

A: Taehyung

Two quick knocks at your office door. Tie already swung over his shoulder. Playful, smirking eyes. "Where's the copy room?" You can't believe Tae borrowed a suit to make it look like he works there. And you can't believe Tae has gone through this pretense just to leave the door open as he eats you out. The thin, plastic paper tray of the copier slightly buckles under your ass as you involuntarily grind, and your feet squirm where they're planted on his shoulders. His thumbs slowly run over your ankles, back and forth, as his tongue swirls around your precious bud dripping and spilling faster than the toner cartridges you'd somehow broken and knocked over in your haste. His grip on your ankles tightens when you let out a whine that rises and falls into a grunt, and again, and again, rhythmic, like the ones coming from the machine below you. You fall flat on your back, shoulders to the ends of your locks dangling down the other side. It's then that Taehyung, knowing that you're spent and need a moment, finally releases you, taking a step back and turning toward the open door, walking up to it and wiping his mouth on Jin's borrowed suit sleeve. You feel so satisfied that you don't even care when you hear him say, "Oh, hey, Debra."

Q: Which BTS member wants to do either of the above but is too busy, so YOU show up at his work? Which do you do: bring him lunch or make him your lunch? A: Namjoon, both

I'm a "porque no los dos?" kinda gal when it comes to your asks, huh Roomie??

At first, I thought this would be Yoongi (again, when am I not thinking about Yoongi?). But Yoongi is organized, and he doesn't skip meals. When Namjoon gets busy, he gets easily distracted, because his thoughts are going a million miles a millisecond. He's also kind of terrible at cooking, or just generally taking care of the base of his Maslow hierarchy. Makes sense. He lives in his head, at the top of that pyramid. So it barely registers when you show up during what is technically lunch. Namjoon's been spending his days preparing for Yoongi's infamous all-nighters, and you've come to make sure he doesn't pass out or die. "Steak??" Namjoon asks with surprise. His eyes widen as they so cutely do when he takes bite after bite, inhaling the meal in just a few. He'll beam at you as you chat to occupy his mind with something light and irreverent for a change, offering him respite, as he so often does for you. But then you realize he's studying you with a gaze as calculated as the one he usually saves for his music. "What?" you'll ask nervously. "You didn't have anything to eat," he'll say, tacking on with an added growl, "And I'm hungry for more." You know something about the top of that pyramid, too. How much he loves creativity, especially spur-of-the-moment. "Then, I've got an idea," you say, prompted by the moment. Who knew 69ing in his studio would be just the thing to quench both your appetites?

More Important Questions

#important questions #bts imagine #bts fanfiction #bts drabble #bts x you #namjoon #jimin #tae #mochilatae #asks #your asks #I CANNOT WITH THIS!!#hope this makes you smile roomie!

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch24: Like The Old Man Said…Together Part 1- I Wouldn’t Call It A Comfort

Summary: The Avengers track Ultron and it’s a race against time before the AI can put his plan into action.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW) violence and crazy assed robots. Oh and “Something dramatic, I hope!”

A/N: This chapter now contains additional content which is why It has been split into two parts.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Another massive big up for @angrybirdcr for her edits xx

Chapter 23 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“I’ve put the boys to work.” Laura gestured out of the window as Katie chewed on her grilled cheese. She’d had a good four hours sleep and was feeling much better after a scalding hot shower. She glanced across the lawn area to where Steve and Tony were positioned at the side of the house, both holding an axe, stood by a stack of large logs and two piles of smaller logs.

“You got Tony doing manual labour?” Katie grinned at her. “Well played.”

Laura chuckled and then began to chat to about her plans for dinner. “Clint suggested comfort food. fried chicken and Mac and Cheese to be specific”

“You’ll win Steve over instantly.” Katie leaned against the counter. “I’m happy to help, lot of people to feed, not to mention Stevie eats enough for three.”

“You wanna take her up on that.” Clint walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer near the door.“She’s a damned good cook is Nova. Obviously, not as good as you, babe.” He added as a quick afterthought. “Smooth Barton…” Katie laughed as Laura threw a tea towel at his head. Easily catching it ant tossing it back, he pulled a tape measure from the drawer and left through the backdoor, still laughing, the kids trailing behind him.

Katie stared at the back door as it shut, the normality of the scene suddenly hitting her. He had a wife, two children, and still managed to hold down the ridiculous lifestyle the Avengers and SHIELD demanded.

“How do you do it?” She blurted out. The woman placed the last plate on the sink to drain and straightened up. “I mean this, it’s so ordinary.” she turned, once more looking out of the window. She watched Steve swing his axe, his light blue Under Armour skin top clinging to every part of his torso.

“It’s possible…” Laura mused, standing behind her as she followed the younger woman’s gaze. You know, to have a domestic life…well, a variation on one, away from the mess.”

“Problem is the pair of us are tangled in the mess.” Katie muttered, not taking her eyes off Steve.

“Well then, you should understand each other more.” Laura pointed out, before she changed the subject. “Here, they could probably use a drink. You wanna take ‘em that jug of ice tea for me?”

“Sure.”

A minute or so later Katie crossed the lawn with a tray sporting a full jug and two glasses towards where both men where stood by the decreasing mound of large logs and the two increasing mounds of smaller ones. Steve’s pile of cut logs was significantly bigger than Tony’s, which was hardly surprising.

And the pair of them were bickering which was also not surprising.

“Is that a problem?” Steve asked, picking the two halves he had just cut up and throwing them onto his pile, bristling slightly at the fact Tony was digging into why he wasn’t as affected by the Maximoff’s visions as everyone else. Truth be told he had been affected, big time, but since he and Katie had talked it through he felt better. But he wasn’t about to tell anyone that, frankly it was no ones’ business what any of them had seen bar their own.

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old fashioned.” Tony shrugged

“Well let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.” Steve glowered at him, his temper starting to rise. He couldn’t help but feel pissed at Tony, because if it wasn’t for him they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

“You know this is what he’s trying to do right?” A soft voice spoke and Steve turned to see Katie setting a tray of drinks down behind them. They both turned to look at her “Ultron is trying to tear us apart.”

“Well I guess he’d know.” Steve jerked his head in Tony’s direction “Whether he tells us is a bit of a question”

“Banner and I were doing research-”

“That would affect the team” Steve picked up another log. His voice was gaining momentum, and Katie let out a groan, she knew he was getting angry.

“That would end the team” Tony said simply, “Isn’t that the mission? Isn’t that the “why” we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?”

Without so much as a huff of noise, Steve ripped the log he was holding apart with his bare hands in a fit of temper that aroused Katie far more than it should have done. Tony raised his eyebrows slightly and Steve’s chest heaved as he regained his composure. He turned to look at Tony and spoke, his voice calm and measured.

“Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.” He spoke softly but sternly, trying to make his point. Loki, Hydra, SHIELD with Insight.. now this.

“I’m sorry. Mr. Stark,” Laura headed across the lawn towards them all. “Uh, Clint said you wouldn’t mind, but, our tractor, it doesn’t seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might…

“Yeah, I’ll give her a kick.” Tony smiled at Laura then as he turned to leave he looked back at Steve delivering his next line with the air of a petulant child “Don’t take from my pile.”

“You know if he wasn’t your bother…” Steve reached for a glass of tea, draining it in one and leaving his sentence hanging. Katie took a deep breath and stood up.

“Cut him a bit of slack yeah?” Her eyes flashed. “The Maximoff girl. She got to him too.”

Steve looked down at her and frowned, that was news to him. “But I thought…”

“It was the day we found the sceptre.” Katie said. “She got to him in Strucker’s lab only he didn’t know what it was at the time. And you wanna know what he saw?” her voice wasn’t angry but she levelled Steve with a look that left him with no uncertain terms she was defending her brother “He saw us all dead because he hadn’t tried hard enough.” Steve inwardly groaned as she finished. “That’s what Ultron is about, that’s why he started it again.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” Steve shook his head, gently

“Well now you do.” Katie shrugged and decided to change the subject, “Oh, and by the way, what you did with that log back then-” she mimed pulling something apart. “-kinda turned me on a hell of a lot more than it should.”

He grinned and stepped towards her, closing the short distance they were apart “Well, if we go back inside I can…”

“Nice try, you have wood.” Katie pointed the logs

“Yes and I’d kinda like to do something about it!”

“Steve!” Katie spluttered out through her laugh, as she hit him in the chest, mentally making a note toe have words with Sam for teaching him innuendoes and street slang

He stepped back, laughing and rubbing at the spot where her hand had connected with him. He cocked his head playfully to the right, and was about to say something else about the fact he was feeling pretty horny on account of it being a few days since they’d last enjoyed one another seeing as his plans for her and that tight blue dress had been interrupted post the party, but Katie’s attention was taken by something else.

“Lucky!” She grinned crouching down to pet the dog who was jumping all over her, giving out little barks. “Man you got big!” Steve looked down at his girl and the sandy coloured dog, frowning as he noticed it only had one eye.

“Is this the pizza eating puppy you talked about?” he asked, bending down to pet the dog. “Sure is.” Katie grinned standing up as the dog ran off back to Barton after he whistled. “Not so much of a puppy now though.”

She smiled and made her way back over to the house. Steve looked at the pile of logs, then her, then back and picked up his axe again.

Inside, Katie started to help Laura with the dinner, the pair of them working together easily. Steve and Clint joined them in the kitchen not long after, both men sitting at the table with a beer as Lila scrambled up onto Steve’s knee, Steve waving away Clint’s instruction for her to leave him alone, he didn’t mind one bit. Katie had noticed the small girl sat there, talking to Steve and she’d smiled and turned back to her cooking. She was just rinsing off the salad when she looked up out of the window, seeing something that she really wasn’t expecting.

“I don’t believe it.” She whispered as she watched Tony and the tall, bald headed man with the trench coat and the eye patch walking up the path towards them. She turned to Clint and Steve “We got company, boys.” Both men stood up as the door opened, Lila jumping of Steve’s knee. The soldier’s hands went to his hips, his mouth forming a thin line as his eyes fell onto the man in front of him.

“At ease Soldier…” Fury said, a smile creeping across his face as Tony walked into the room behind him muttering about traitors, Maria Hill and ‘Goth Pirates’

****

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time.” Fury said glass of water in his hand as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked, he was stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, arms folded.

“Ah. He’s easy to track, he’s everywhere. Guy’s multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

Tony shoved the last piece of the chicken he had been eating in his mouth and walked to the sink to pick up a towel to wipe his hands. “He still going after launch codes? “

“Yes, he is, but he’s not making any headway.”

Katie frowned from her seat at the table, opposite Natasha. “Well that doesn’t make sense. Tony cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school for a dare”.

Tony smiled fondly at the memory. That had earned him an ass whooping and a half from his dad.

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that”. Fury continued

“NEXUS?” Steve questioned.

“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo” Banner explained, he was stood behind Natasha leaning against the sideboard. “Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

At that point Lila ran into the room, a piece of paper in her hand.

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked, turning 3 darts over in his hand from his stance a few feet away from Fury.

Lila handed the piece of paper to Natasha, who looked at her, then the paper, grinning and gave the little girl a one armed hug. She placed the paper down on the table and Katie noticed that it was a watercolour paint picture of a butterfly.

“He’s fixated on the missiles.” Fury drained his glass of water. “But the codes are constantly being changed.

“By whom?” Tony questioned. At that point Clint threw the darts straight past Tony, about an inch or so away from his ear straight into the bullseye of the dart board. Tony spun round to glare at him, Clint shrugged apologetically, grinning at the same time. Hawkeye by name, Hawkeye by nature.

“Parties unknown.” Fury said, a puzzled tone to his voice

“Do we have an ally?” Katie asked.

“Ultron’s got an enemy, that’s not the same thing.” Fury looked at her “Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our unknown.” Tony pondered, to no one in particular.

“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that.” Natasha sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“I do.” Nick looked round the room. “I have you.”

Everyone shared a look round the room at one another. None of them were feeling particularly useful if truth be told.

“Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else.” Fury continued “Yet here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.” Natasha looked at him.

“You know what, Romanoff? “ Steve’s tone was dead pan. She smiled mischievously.

“So what does he want? “ Fury continued.

“To become better. Better than us.” Katie looked around.

“Right, he keeps building bodies.” Steve agreed

“Person bodies. The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we’re outmoded.” Tony mused “But he keeps coming back to it”

“Yeah, when you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed” Katie sighed, looking over at Tony then to Bruce, who was looking at Lila’s drawing over Nat’s shoulder, his arms folded, a thoughtful look on his face.

“They don’t need to be protected, they need to evolve.” The Doctor said, not looking up. “Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce glanced around the room.

There was a pause, and then all at once there was a flurry of activity. Tony whipped his phone out and began to dial, Nat and Katie both stood up, Clint hurried out of the kitchen and Fury was also talking to someone as Steve and Bruce began discussing the intricacies of what Ultron was likely to want Helen for, which centred around the regeneration cradle, a larger version of the technology that had healed Clint after he had been shot when retrieving the sceptre.

“If Ultron is really building a body…” Steve trailed off as they all prepared to leave, his voice dropping

“He’ll be more powerful than any of us. Maybe all of us.” Katie sighed.

“An android designed by a robot” Tony finished.

“You know I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.” Steve raised his eyebrows. Katie and Tony both smiled gently.

“I’ll drop Banner off at the tower. Do you mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?” Fury said, pulling on his trench coat.

“She’s all yours, apparently.” Tony shrugged “What are you gonna do? “

“I don’t know. Something dramatic, I hope.”

Katie found herself slightly concerned that the threat of Fury doing something dramatic didn’t worry her half as much as facing Ultron.

*****

Clint expertly piloted the Quinn Jet low enough for Steve to drop onto the roof of the U-GU-Gin Genetic Research Lab roof.

“Two minutes. Stay close.” Steve instructed as the jet roe again to hover above the building away from any eyes.

A few moments passed and then the crew on the jet heard Steve shout “Dr Cho…are you hurt?” There was a bit of a conversation which they didn’t hear, but then Helen’s voice came over the comms loud and clear, if a little strained.

“The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark.”

There was another pause before Steve’s voice spoke clearly ”Did you guys copy that?

“We did.” Clint said.

“I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest.” Katie read the details on the computer screen in front of her. “That could be him.”

“There!” Clint said loudly, pointing out of the front window of the jet. Both Natasha and Katie moved so they could follow his gaze. “It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge.”

The jet scanned the truck, confirming their suspicions with the imaging that they all saw on the monitor.

“It’s them.” Clint continued. “I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver”

“No.” Katie instructed. “If what Helen is saying is right, that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out Ultron” Steve spoke on the coms. They all waited for a further update and, thirty seconds or so later, there was a loud bang and he followed up his commentary. ”Well, he’s definitely unhappy! I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

Katie looked down to see Steve was clinging onto the back of the truck and her heart skipped a beat. Making a decision she strode to wing space of the jet and pressed her palm to the pad besides the large locker that contained her suit.

“You’re not a match for him Cap…” Clint said

“Thanks Barton!” Steve replied, sarcastically.

“We need to get down there, give him some back up…” Katie called, turning round to look at Nat as she stepped backwards, allowing her suit to form around her.

“Ok.” Clint said, nodding “I’ll give you the cover up top.”

Nat took off her headset and joined Katie in the equipment store, pushing a small coms piece into her ear. She headed to the back of the ship, straddling the motorbike that was propped up at the side.

“He’s lost his shield. I’m gonna drop you as close to it as I can.” Clint advised as he flipped a few controls.

“Roger.” Katie continued with the final checks to her suit, without JARVIS she was flying this thing herself, just as she had been at Klaus’ base so she needed to make sure everything was right. Clint steered them down towards the road.

“We got a window. Four, three…give ‘em hell.” Clint said, pushing the button for the ramp. Natasha sped the bike off and dropped down with a squeal of tyres before taking the jet higher.

“Us girls are always picking up after you boys.” She said gently and Katie headed to the back of the ramp, her scans watching as Natasha picked up Steve’s shield, following Clint’s commentary.

“They’re heading under the overpass, I’ve got no shot”

“Which way? “ Nat asked.

“Hard right… Now.” Clint instructed. Natasha did as she was told. As Clint hovered over the top of them Katie shot out from the back of the jet and swooped down just as Natasha threw the shield up to Steve. Steve caught it and instantly flung it, sent the AI flying backwards. Ultron wasn’t down for long, jumping up and resuming the fight as Katie landed behind the Robot as he sent a blast of power at Steve, who instantly held his shield up as he was catapulted backwards onto the bonnet of the car behind. She fired a repulsor at the AI, causing him to turn his attention to her as he wheeled round and shot back. She flew out of the way as the shot hit the car behind, the screeches of brakes and grinding of metal hit her ears as cars collided on the road.

“You Starks are like insects.” Ultron hissed out. “Annoying and irritating.”

“Yeah well, some insects pact a bit of a sting.” Katie shot out a static pulse from the shoulder of her suit. It immobilised Ultron for a good few seconds, which was long enough for Steve to climb back onto the top of the truck, hitting him once more with his shield. As Ultron fell forward towards Katie she jumped up, kicking out with her boot, pushing him down into the metal of the truck before landing. Ultron regained control of his functions and the three of them began to fight, Steve and Katie dodging the rays of power as they flew at them, Ultron easily deflecting the beams the Supernova suit sent his way.

“Clint can you draw out the guards?” Nat’s voice came over the comms.

“Let’s find out.” Clint replied simply.

Katie fired another static pulse towards Ultron, but he easily deflected it and shot once more at her as she spiralled away.

“You think I’d let you get me with that again?” he growled.

“No but, made you look.” She grinned, and at that point Clint shot the jet downwards and it fired off a few shots at Ultron, deliberately missing the delicate package the truck contained. It worked and as Katie watched 4 Ultron Sentries fly out and follow the jet upwards. Ultron turned and flew at Steve who spun, slamming him into a concrete pillar by the side of the road. Katie swooped in, firing again but Ultron was ready and caught her with a beam causing her to spin blindly through the air. With no JAVIS to help, it took her a while to regain control but eventually she righted herself just in time to see Ultron spear at Steve, the two of them crashing into a nearby moving train. She shot forward, putting all her power into her thrusters, speeding up to catch it.

"Heading back towards you, whatever you’re gonna’ do. Do it now.” Clint informed over the coms as Katie dropped down so I was level with the train, looking into the windows.

“I’m going in, guys can you keep him occupied?” Natasha questioned as Katie finally caught up with the right carriage to see Ultron sending Steve flying again, landing hard against a metal door.

“What do you think we’ve been doing!” Steve grit out, shaking his head, as once again he stood up, and resumed his fight with the AI as Katie shot a beam through the window, catching the robot unawares and causing him to fly out of the side of the train.

As she flew in through the window, the AI came crashing through one a bit further up and the two of them shot at one another, the beams hitting in mid-air and deflecting off one another, blowing a hole in the roof of the train.

“The package is airborne.” Clint informed us, “I have a clean shot.”

“Negative I am still in the truck.” Natasha said.

“What the hell are you doing?” Katie yelled, as Ultron sent a bench of seats towards her, which she blasted out of the way.

“Just be ready, I’m sending the package to you, Clint!”

“How do you want me to take it?” Clint asked sarcastically as Katie looked up through the hole in the roof to see the truck way above them.

“Uh, you might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

At that point Katie was floored as Steve landed heavily on top of her, having been blasted off his feet by Ultron.

“Ow…” he muttered, rolling over and off the top of her. Katie groaned as her head bounced off the inside of her metal helmet and hadn’t even had chance to right herself when suddenly she was lifted off her feet as Ultron’s hand crushed at the neck of her suit.

“Like I said, insect.” He growled, his grip tightening as she raised both her palms to fire, blasting them both backwards, in opposite directions as Katie crashed into the carriage behind. She sat up and shifted the debris and shot forward, as Ultron came again but he was sent backwards as a blur knocked him off balance- the male Maximoff twin. Ultron took a menacing step forwards and the metal guards shifted red and bent in front of us in a protective manor. The female, Wanda, stood behind Ultron, hands outstretched and glowing red. Ultron turned towards her.

"Please, don’t do this.” Ultron pleaded with her.

“What choice do we have?” Wanda countered.

Ultron turned back around and fired in Steve’s direction. Katie was quicker though, pulling him out of the way as the front of the train blew out. The AI then blasted out the side door and escaped.

“We lost him!” Katie said into her coms, face plate sliding back as Steve made his way to the front of the train, reaching over the driver. “Clint, Nat He’s headed back towards you.”

“Nat we gotta go!” Clint said.

Steve turned back to Katie, shaking his head, he could find no pulse. The driver was dead and the train was out of control heading straight for the end of the line.

“Nat… NAT? Cap you guys see Nat?” Clint questioned worriedly.

"If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!” Steve commanded, looking up instinctively as Katie reached his side.

“Do you have eyes on Nat?" Clint questioned once again.

"Go!” Steve ordered once again and it seemed Clint obeyed because there was silence on the other side of the coms. Katie looked at him, both of them worried about our friend but equally knowing they had to tackle the problem in hand. The train crashed through the stoppers at the end of the line and carried on, heading straight through the narrow streets.

“There are civilians in our path.” Steve turned to Pietro, once more resuming command. He nodded and sped off in a blur.

“Can you stop this thing?” Katie asked Wanda. She looked unsure but nodded and blasted red tendrils down into the underlining of the train.

It began to slow, but nowhere near enough for them to avoid the building they were heading straight at. Katie slid her face plate back and Steve held his shield out in front of them, protecting them from the impact, and they felt the train starting to slow down, before it eventually came to a steady stop a moment or so later in a street lined with small trading stalls and shops.

As the passengers scrambled to get off the train Steve and Katie remained where they were for a second, Katie’s face plate once more retracting.

“You’re bleeding.” Steve said gently, wiping at her brow.

“Least I’m still here.” She shook her head. “What about Nat?”

“We’ll find her.” He took a deep breath, looking her in the eyes. “I promise.”

He slung his shield onto his back and the pair of them exited the train. Katie spotted Wanda stood next to her brother who was resting against a wall breathing heavily, hunched over with his hands on his knees. As they approached he looked up at Wanda, waving her away

“I’m fine, I just need a minute.” He assured her.

“I’m very tempted not to give you one.” Steve snapped, giving the twins a hard look. The two Maximoffs shared an uneasy glance

“The cradle? Did you get it?” Wanda asked.

“Stark will take care of it.” Steve told her, his tone still clipped.

“No he won’t.” Wanda said incredulously.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Katie glared at the girl

“He will do anything to make things right.” Wanda implored.

Steve turned and gave Katie a questioning look before he spoke into the coms.

“Stark come in. Stark? Anyone on coms?” The only response Steve got was silence. He looked at Katie who tried as well, getting nothing but static. She then tried to route through her phone, but there was nothing there either.

“Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it.” Wanda pressed “Where do you think he got that from?”

Katie took a moment to look around, squinting against the sunlight. People were gathering, chattering in Korean and pointing at the train stretched down the middle of the road.

“I saw into his head.” Wanda implored. “I saw what he has planned. It’s not what he said, not what he told us he wanted.”

“Oh and what did he say he wanted?” Katie asked, turning back to her, her arms folding across her chest.

“He said he wanted peace” the boy, Pietro spoke.

“Oh, well…” Katie snapped, looking round nodding and clapping her gauntlet clad hands together sarcastically “Good job”

“Look…” Steve stepped forward a little before his girl lost her temper, his hands grasping the buckle on his utility belt. “This isn’t about sides, or what’s happened before. It’s about how we shut Ultron down.”

“So, what happens now?” Pietro asked.

“That depends on you.” Steve answered, putting his shield on his back, keeping his stance non-confrontational. “You’ve worked with Ultron; you know how he thinks. We could use the help stopping him.”

Wanda snarled, lips curling back over her teeth. “We won’t work with Stark.”

“Well, you kinda have two options.” Steve retorted immediately, before Katie had chance to. The authority emanating from him was immense, his eyes steady. “You work with us, or work with Ultron. Your choice.”

Katie looked up at Steve as the twins both exchanged glances. Eventually she got fed up and sighed.

“I’m going back to check on Dr Cho.” she looked at Steve “And then I’m going home to figure out how we find Nat…”

“Katie… wait…” He started towards her as she turned, making to walk off up the narrow street

“I’m done waiting Steve.” She snapped, turning to look at him. “And seeing as you don’t seem to want to give things a second’s thought, why should I?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He frowned, running to catch up with her.

“You work with us?” She imitated his voice. “How do you know that she isn’t in our minds, right now, and this isn’t some elaborate scam to get us right where Ultron wants?”

A breeze whipped her hair slightly, and Pietro stood at Steve’s side, Wanda in his arms.

“You move too slow.” the young man taunted looking at them. “We’ll meet you at Cho’s office.”

Katie let out a loud groan of annoyance and walked and out onto the main road, looking around. Steve took a deep breath, she was angry, he knew that. His girl held a grudge, far better than he ever could and he had a feeling that Wanda Maximoff wasn’t going to get round her with a simple apology. But they didn’t have time for that, they needed to get home, find Nat and figure out Ultron’s next steps. And the Maximoffs would be helpful.

Sirens were now flooding his ears and the Emergency services were all over the place, freeing people from the cars, crashed buses, you name it.

“Could use a ride.” Steve turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She glared at him for a moment, before sliding her face plate back down. Without saying a word she gripped his harness at the top above where it held his shield and propelled them both into the air.

Dr Cho was going to be ok. Thankfully. The Scientist kindly offered them the use of her QuinJet, which technically belonged to Tony anyway, but they were grateful nonetheless. As Katie thanked the man who had led them to it, Steve turned to the Maximoff twins.

“Go on.”

Katie felt her mouth drop open as Wanda hesitated and looked to her brother who simply nodded and the two of them boarded. Katie watched them incredulously before she rounded on Steve and he winced, awaiting the barrage which hit him full pelt.

“I can’t believe you seriously want to take them back to base.” She hissed at him.

“I told you before, they can help.” He replied calmly.

“You’re out of your mind!” Katie shook her head, the petulant child in her well and truly rearing its head “You know what actually, if they’re going, then I’m staying here.”

“For God’s sake Katie…” Steve groaned exasperatedly, running his hand through his hair, his helmet hanging in his left hand “You’re being unreasonable…”

“I’m being unreasonable?” She rounded on him, her cheeks flushing with anger. “You’re the one who wants to take them right into the middle of our base, give them access to all our technology, when we don’t know if they’re still working for Ultron or not!”

“Katie, just get on the fucking jet now.” Steve’s voice was low, but he was angry. He didn’t have time for this shit, he was tired, worried, and just wanted to get them all together so they could find Nat and end this and she was behaving like a total brat.

Katie looked at him, his eyes were flashing and he had a look on his face she couldn’t ever recall him using on her before. It was enough to shock her into compliance, but only after she shot him the dirtiest glare she could, before she stormed onto the jet.

Two hours later and Katie still hadn’t spoken a word to Steve or anyone else for that matter, she was fuming. Pietro and Wanda had been mostly silent up until that point, exchanging the odd bit of chatter between themselves in Sokovian, but neither approaching either of the other two until Pietro came to the cockpit.

“Miss Stark, I’m sorry, but please, do you have a spare jacket? My sister is cold.”

Katie glared at him, then looked to the back of the jet where Wanda was sat on one of the chairs, her knees pulled up to her chin. Damned it, despite everything Katie felt a small pang of pity for her.

“Sure, just give me a second.” She answered, a little gruffly but less angrily as she stood up out of her seat.

Steve had to smile, despite everything she wasn’t callous, and she knew what it was like to be cold and frightened. Katie glanced down and caught the look he was giving her and she glared at him.

“I will slap that smirk right off your face.” She threatened. Immediately he held his hands up, palms facing her in an “I’m sorry” motion and she walked over to the back of the jet and started looking in a few of the cupboards. Eventually she found a black fleece jacket, emblazoned with U-Gen logo, along with a blanket. In one of the other cupboards she found bottles of water supplies along with some snack bars and bags of chips.

“Here.” She walked over to Wanda and handed her the jacket and fleece.

“Thank you.” The teenager pulled the fleece around her.

“You hungry or need a drink?” Katie offered.

They looked at one another.

“I’m not going to poison you.” She rolled her eyes.

Wanda nodded and Katie handed her a bottle of water and Pietro took a granola bar from her and a bag of chips. Katie glanced at the twins and then suddenly had to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

“Why do you hate us so much, the Avengers?” She blurted out. Steve turned his head slightly so he could listen in.

“I don’t hate the avengers. I hate you and your brother. Well I did. I don’t know maybe I still do.”

“But why?” Katie said, puzzled “You don’t know us?”

“Our home was bombed.” Wanda said, looking at her hands “It hit 2 floors below and blew a hole in our floor. Our parents fell but Pietro grabbed me and we rolled under the bed.” “The second one hits.” Pietro continued gently “But it doesn’t explode. It just sits there, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted two words…” “Stark Industries” Katie swallowed, suddenly understanding. “You know we shut the arms side of the business down once we both realised the damage it was doing. I know that doesn’t absolve us of any guilt but…my brother is a good man, maybe he doesn’t always get it right but he tries.”

“But that is my point.” Wanda pressed “Ultron…he wants world peace, but he thinks the way to do that is to kill people, innocent people.”

“That’s not what Tony wants” Katie pressed

“But he created Ultron.” Pietro joined the conversation

“Yes, because of you!” Katie implored.

“Sorry, because of us?” “You made him see something, in Strucker’s lab. A vision, a vision that showed all of the Avengers dead, the world ending and Tony was left alone because he didn’t try hard enough to stop it.” At that point Wanda and Pietro exchanged glances as she continued “You made him believe he needed to do something, something more and Ultron was the result. He was supposed to be the thing that Tony thinks we need, something to bring peace…”

“You know, maybe we aren’t that different to Stark after all.” Pietro broke the moment or so silence that had descended. “I mean, we volunteered for HYDRA.”

“They said that they would make us super-human, like your Captain America over there.” Wanda sipped her water and Steve’s eyes flickered over the back of the jet for a moment before he turned back to the front. “Then we could fight…”

“They didn’t say what it would cost.” Pietro spat. “The experiments. The constant pain.”

“Guess we all made bad decisions for what we thought were the right reasons.” Katie shrugged “What matters now is how we fix this mess.”

With that she left them to it, taking her drink and one for Steve to the front of the jet.

“Thanks.” he said gently

“I assume you heard all that.”

“Super sensitive hearing, Doll, what can I say?” He smiled. She rolled her eyes. “You still pissed at me?” She raised her eyebrow at him, and with a teasing note chastised him. “Language.”

Steve smiled, reached over for her hand and drew it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before he let go and took a drink of water, before he glanced back out of the front window of the jet.

An hour or so later they managed to get through to Clint on the coms.

“Any news on Nat?” Katie asked him.

“I’m trying the old fashioned way. That should avoid Ultron. I’ll find her”

“I don’t doubt it Hawkeye.” She smiled.

“What about Stark and the cradle?” Steve asked.

“In the lab with Banner, why you ask?”

Katie glanced at Steve, his jaw set tightly but that was the sum total of the reaction from him. He didn’t want to voice what was on his mind and risk pissing her off even more. Instead he chose his words carefully.

“Just… well, the twins told us what’s in that Cradle and Ultron’s plans for it. I’m worried Tony could start something he doesn’t understand.” “Twins? The Maximoffs?” Clint asked and then he let out a groan “You’re bringing them here aren’t you?”

“You gotta trust me on this one, Clint.” Steve sighed “They’ve seen Ultron’s end game. They want to help us fight him.” “Yeah well I’ll make my own mind up on that one, I’ll see you when you get back.” “Great…” Katie sighed “Now he’s pissed as well.”

**** “I’m gonna say this once!” Steve’s voice was loud

“How about "nonce”?” Tony shot back.

“Shut it down!” Steve pointed at the cradle.

“Nope, not gonna happen.” Tony shook his head.

There had been a bit of a fight in the lab, shields being flung, repulsors fired, and then Thor had turned up, supercharged the cradle, and it had gotten even stranger when a red man, an android had emerged.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, in JARVIS’ voice “That was, odd. Thank you.” He added nodding respectfully to Thor, before his unnervingly human-looking eyes trailed over Thor thoughtfully. Then he rolled his shoulders and a cape of his own appeared and flowed down his back.

“Thor, you helped create this?” Steve asked

“I’ve had a vision, the world, where it starts, all hope and life and at its centre, is that.” Thor responded pointing to the gold stone in the middle of the man’s forehead.

“What the gem?” Banner asked in confusion. Thor nodded.

“It’s the mindstone,” He explained. “One of the six infinity stones, the greatest power in the universe and it is unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”

“Then why would you bring it to life?” Katie asked, taking a deep breath, folding her arms.

“Because Stark is right.” Thor said.

“Oh, it’s definitely the end of times.” Bruce sarcastically to Tony’s shocked but proud expression.

“The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron.” Thor continued and the red man politely cut in.

“Not alone.”

“Why does your vision sound like JARVIS?” Katie questioned still cautious of this new being.

“We reconfigured Jarvis’ matrix, to create something new.” Tony walked up towards his masterpiece and examined him.

“I think I’ve had my fill of new.” Steve replied sarcastically.

“You think I am a child of Ultron.” The red man stated rather than asked.

“You’re not?” Steve replied suspiciously still glaring.

“I am not Ultron.” He answered simply. “I am not JARVIS. I am…” He looked down at his hands as if they would hold the answer.

“I looked in your head,” Wanda stated stepping towards him. “I saw annihilation.”

“Look again.” Vision responded in the same simple tone.

“Ha, her seal of approval means jack to me.” Clint snorted, Katie found herself inclined to agree.

“Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mindstone.” Thor said, looking round “And that is nothing compared to what it could unleash, but with it on our side-”

“Is it?” Steve cut Thor off then turned aiming his next question at him towards the red man, needing to hear confirmation “Are you, on our side?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Vision answered truthfully.

“Well it better get real simple real soon.” Clint said seriously.

“I am on the side of life,” Vision continued, “Ultron isn’t, he will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.

“You.” He stated easily, looking around at us all.

“Where?” Katie pressed.

“Sokovia.” Clint supplied helpfully. “Yeah, he’s got Nat there too.”

Katie looked at Clint who raised his eyebrow slightly and he shrugged. He’d found her, just like he said.

“If we’re wrong about you,” Bruce said approaching the man. “If you’re the monster Ultron created you to be…”

“What will you do?” The red man asked and Bruce stayed silent.

“I don’t want to kill Ultron, he is unique, and he’s in pain,” Vision paced slowly around the room, “but that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he’s built, every trace and presence of him. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the other.”

He turned back to look at everyone in the room individually, then he did something completely unexpected as he picked up Thor’s hammer from the table. Steve felt his eyebrows raise in shock whereas Katie was looking at Thor, her mouth open, the god was wearing a look of utter confusion.

“There may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go.” Vision finished holding out the hammer for Thor to take. Thor took his weapon back and the man walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Thor coughed.

“Right, well done.” he said awkwardly patting Tony on the shoulder and followed the red man out of the room.

“Three minutes, get what you need.” Steve announced.

**** Chapter 24 Part 2

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Falling in Love in a Quarantine: Part 12

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PART 12: Day 24

Clarke woke with a smile on her face. The steady breath on her neck and arm clinging to her waist was surely part of the reason. The other was embracing the fact that her and Lexa finally made the full leap into their relationship the night prior.

She slowly opened her eyes and grasped for the hand that was holding onto her, the touch started to stir Lexa to wake.

“Mmm,” Lexa sighed. “Morning,” she placed a kiss to the back of Clarke’s neck.

“Morning to you, too,” Clarke rolled over to face Lexa. “Quite a night we had, huh?”

Lexa smiled, “Small fortune to pay to be able to have my way with you.”

Clarke raised a brow, “Small fortune?”

Lexa’s smile turned into a mischievous smirk, “All the money spent on the grill and patio furniture. Plus the house of manual labor.” She pretended to tally everything in her mind, “Hmm, yeah. Definitely the most expensive booty call I’ve ever had.”

Clarke swatted her chest, “Don’t be a jerk.”

Lexa leaned in for a kiss, in which Clarke happily welcomed.

“Last night was amazing,” Lexa smiled as she pulled away. “More than amazing, actually. Spectacular, even.”

“Oh?” Clarke jokingly batted her eyelashes, “Tell me more.”

“I just can’t get enough of you,” Lexa leaned in for another kiss.

Clarke sighed a content breath when Lexa pulled away, “I’m all yours.”

Lexa nestled her thigh between Clarke’s bare ones and brought her lips to her neck. She peppered a trail of kisses up to her ear, “Good. I think we need another go this morning. For good measure and all.”

“For good measure,” Clarke repeated with another sigh.

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“Yeah,” Clarke kicked her feet up onto the chair planted next to hers, as she let her eyes graze over Lexa. “I could get used to this.”

Lexa turned around with a smile plastered on her face, “I really should have bought this sooner.” She waved a hand over the grill, “It’s quite excellent and has really been getting my farther in life.”

Clarke rolled her eyes, “Just so we’re clear. I said I could get used to this because of the bountiful food it brings me.”

“I’m the one that brings you bounties of food,” Lexa corrected as she flipped the burgers. She shut the hood and walked towards the table. In a careful movement, she lifted Clarke’s legs to sit in the chair next to her, then lowered them back into her lap. “It’s just a new kind of food we’re having.”

“Charred and delicious,” Clarke wiggled her brows. “Should I go get the salad from inside, or do we have time?”

Lexa looked at the timer on her phone, “Five more minutes, maybe.” She took the sunglasses from the top of her head and fixed them on the bridge of her nose before she offered Clarke a smile, “I’m a fan of evenings like these.”

A grin appeared on Clarke’s face, “I’m a fan, too. Especially because of the burger I’m about to inhale.”

Lexa laughed as she started to stroke her fingers onto Clarke’s exposed ankle.

“Hey,” Clarke smiled in Lexa’s direction.

“Hey yourself.”

“So,” Clarke cocked her head to the side. “Your birthday is coming up.”

“It is,” Lexa agreed with a half smile. “Listen, before you say anything. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. At all. You know me and birthdays…”

Clarke rolled her eyes, “I do know you and birthdays, but I want to do something nice for it.”

“You do something nice for my birthday every year, Clarke,” Lexa started. “We’re literally in a quarantine, we don’t have to do anything.”

“But it’s the first year we get to celebrate it together,” Clarke replied. “Like, actually together. I want to do something nice for you.”

“How about we order in and I get to pick a movie,” Lexa suggested, her fingers were still grazing Clarke’s legs. “I just don’t want any fuss. And I don’t want our friends to feel like they have to log on to some video conference happy hour just on my accord.”

“Our friends would be more than happy to watch you take birthday shots on a video call, Lexa,” Clarke reminded her. “We could do something small and simple.”

Lexa raised a brow, “What do you have in mind?”

“What if I had mom bring over her folding tables and chairs,” Clarke started. She paused to get Lexa’s reaction, but the lift in her brow remained and Clarke could tell Lexa didn’t know what she was getting at. She took a deep breath before starting again, “What if Anya, Rae, Lincoln, and O came over.”

“Clarke,” Lexa shook her head. “That defeats the purpose of us quarantining.”

“Well,” Clarke nodded. “We have a grill now, and this patio furniture. What if we made a triangle of three tables all a safe distance from each other. We wear masks except for when we eat. We can do it safely, we’ll all be outside. If anyone has to use the bathroom, it’s right off the porch door, anyway. Hand sanitizer and wipes for everyone that goes in and out. As long as we’re safe about it, I don’t see an issue.”

“They’ve all been seeing each other,” Lexa thought out loud. “I don’t want them to feel obligated to come here, though.”

“If they don’t feel comfortable, then we can order takeout and watch whatever movie you want,” Clarke’s voice softened. “I know they’ve all been seeing each other and I honestly just feel awful that the only person you’ve been seeing is me.”

“I made that choice,” Lexa smiled. “And sure. If you think it’s safe, and if the four of them are comfortable with it, then yeah. It sounds like it could be a nice time.”

“You birthday conveniently falls on a Saturday too,” Clarke grinned. “So we can do a lunch, do a little day drinking, then have the night to ourselves.”

“You’re not working at all?” Lexa scrunched her nose. Clarke had worked every Saturday until last weekend, and Lexa was sure it meant she had to be in the hospital this coming one.

Clarke shook her head, “Switched with someone. It’s your birthday, Lex. You really think I’d let you be home alone all day for it?”

“I would be with Sandy,” Lexa corrected her. There was a pang in her heart. A good kind of pang. “You didn’t have to do that,” she smiled. “But thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Lex,” she smiled back.

Before Lexa could reply, the timer on her phone went off. “Burgers are ready for some cheese,” she started to get up.

“I’ll go get the salad,” Clarke followed suit. “I’m going to send a group text to see if everyone’s down for Saturday.”

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Raven raised a brow as she turned to Anya on the couch, “Griff’s throwing Lexa a birthday party? That’s cute.”

“Wonder if she’s gonna give her birthday sex,” Anya rolled her eyes. “But yes, it’s cute. I’m down to go, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” Raven nodded. “It’ll be nice. Clarke said we’ll all be careful about it. I don’t have any issues, and I do want to see this outdoor palace Lexa has built in Clarke’s backyard.”

“That’s a stretch,” Anya rolled her eyes. “It’s a grill and patio set.”

“Still weird that Lexa bought it for Clarke for no reason,” Raven suggested. “What’d she tell you? That it’s for everyone since we’ll all be hanging out there after all this shit is over anyway?”

Anya shrugged, “Something like that.”

“Has she said anything else about Clarke?” Raven wondered.

“Nope,” Anya shook her head. “Has Clarke?”

“Radio silence,” Raven sighed. “It’s almost been a month. They’re both secretly hot for each other. Maybe Saturday we can nudge them along a little.”

“Any more nudging from me and Lexa will literally throw a punch my way,” Anya noted. “I think Clarke is the way in with this one. At least she’s blatantly admitted to you that she for sure has the hots for Lex.”

“Yeah, true,” Raven nodded. “Griff will be easy to break anyway. Especially after two drinks.”

“Operation Clexa is in full effect,” Anya high-fived her girlfriend.

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sestra-inestro · 5 years ago

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Just A Really Big Mistake (1/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU

Pairings: Detective!Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (June is not an OC), Hotel Owner!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: What happens when you accidentally fall pregnant with your boss’s baby, but you’re a virgin?

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, accidental insemination, mention of smut.

A/N: You can thank @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat for the brilliant idea. I hope this is at least something you hoped for! This was also eight pages long and not even half of the first episode.

Masterlist

Ever since you were a young girl, Pepper had taught you about keeping your purity and innocence. You had been the product of a unplanned pregnancy after your mother and father had sex. Now your father wasn’t around anymore and Aunt May felt horrible and took you in as her own. She told June that you dad was a military man. A military man who obviously couldn’t be around to be a dad. But alas, every year a man in a uniform would come to the house and speak with Pepper and May. A dark skinned military man who you painted to be your father in your head. You knew him as the name on his uniform , Col. J, Rhodes. You always watched from the window as he spoke with Pepper and May, never speaking or interacting, always just watching him walk to the house and walk away again. You grew up thinking that he never wanted to see or speak to you, that he regretted having you as a daughter.

Pepper had drilled it into you mind since you got your period. Keep yourself pure, do not damage that sweet white flower that you was blessed with. Sweetly, meaning don’t do the bullshit that your father did if he can’t handle being a father.

“Look at the flower, June.” Pepper stood in front of 11 year old you, who looked up at her with a small flower in your tiny palm.

“Pep, is this necessary?” May asked from where she sat on the bed, watching them.

“Shush, how else is she going to learn?” Pepper dismisses May, who rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, shush May.” You glared at the woman before looking up at Pepper.

“See the flower, so pretty and un-withered?” Pepper asked.

You looked down at the flower in you hand. You notices it’s small delicacy and pure white petals.

“Now scrunch it up in your fist.” Pepper told you.

You looked up at Pepper shocked. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion by Pepper only raised her brow and nodded.

You glanced at May with concern before looking back down at the flower, scrunching it in your hand with all your might. You squeezed its petals in your hand before releasing it, the flower falling back into place, all bunched up and brown at the tips.

“You see it crumple? Does it still look new?” Pepper asked the girl.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity.

If you’re not careful, you will crumple and be like that flower.”

That idea scared you to death. You couldn’t imagine falling pregnant and not being able to look after the baby. You could barely look after yourself. The image of the white flower of purity crumpling brown flooded your mind every time you made out with someone. And now, was no different.

Steve hovered above you on your bed. Lips connected and his legs between yours. Your lips moved in sync as Steve’s hands ran up and down your waist, feeling over your clothed skin and practically begging for more. You hum in his mouth at his touch and Steve moves his kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his lips against your skin.

“We should...” You trail off at his movements.

“I know.” He mumbles against your skin.

You moaned as he pushing his hips against yours. You feel your body run hot against his. You open your eyes to see the white ceiling of your bedroom. The paint of your roof reminding you of those white petals. The brown withering petals crept into your mind.

“Okay!” You yell out, your body going stiff and your hands push Steve away from you. “We should stop.”

Steve stops all movement and sits back against his thighs, breathing heavily.

You pull yourself up to sit, also breathing heavily.

You both looked at each other, clothing rumpled and hair askew.

You took a deep breath and gave Steve a smile. “Phew.”

Steve chuckles at your discombobulated self.

“No matter how frustrated I get, I can never be mad at you.” Steve said softly, buttoning up his shirt again.

“And that’s why I love you.” You leaned forward to press another quick kiss on his lips.

Steve always understood that you didn’t want to have sex until you were married. He knew your fear of unwanted pregnancy, even though he called it over the top, he understood and waited.

You walked him to the front door to give him a proper goodbye. You sweetly kiss just outside your door, cupping his cheeks.

You pull back and give him a smile. “Don’t forget this.” You lifted his detective badge in your hand.

He smiles back as his hand closes around the badge to take it.

“Thanks for stopping by.” You gave him another kiss.

“No problem.” He pecked your lips again. “I will see you tomorrow at dinner?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

You let him go as he walked to his car and waved as he drove away.

That man had caught your heart the minute you saw him at her front door. Even if it was to report to a noise complaint on your birthday.

You smiled to yourself and skipped your way back into the house where May was seated on the couch. The theme music of the show she put on could be heard from outside.

“Jeez, you couldn’t turn that down?” You asked as you leapt over the back of the couch to sit next to her.

“Nope, just shush and eat your grilled cheese.” She handed you a plate with two grilled cheeses on it. Peter emerged from his room and sat on the other side of you, taking a slice of your grilled cheese.

You all watched as the screen faded into light, showing the main character played by the famous TV star, Tony Stark. May always watched his shows.

“Do we have to watch this?” Peter complained.

“Yes we do.” You and May said at the same time.

“She’s got me hooked on this stuff. You’ll like it.” You told Peter, but instead of agreeing, he groaned and got back up to trudge to his room. You shrugged and got comfortable next to May to watch the horrible but addictive romance show.

Only 8.2 miles away from where you lived, and 2 hours later, James Buchanan Barnes stood on the balcony of his hotel overlooking all of the open pool area as it got ready to open. He was very stressed about owning this one and began to doubt himself as he took in the setting.

“Buck, babe?” His wife’s voice rang from behind him.

He cringed on the inside before turning around to face her.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asked him.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just...thinking.” He gave her a tight lipped smile.

He fiddled with his hands as she stepped forward.

“You’re worrying about the hotel.” She said, knowingly.

Bucky sighed to himself. No matter how trapped he felt, they still had a connection that he had found with no one else. And in a way, he owed her.

“You know, you worry too much about what other people think of your accomplishments. You think you do too little so you try to overdo it.” Nat said on a soft voice as she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him with her green eyes. Her velvet red hair blew in the wind and Bucky thinks about how he first fell in love with her. It only happened twice.

Bucky’s chest rumbles as he chuckles at her words.

“You just need to relax.” Her voice changes from soft to seductive and her fingers trail over his belt and unbuttons his pants. Bucky watches her as she slowly sinks to her knees, taking the belt and his pants with her.

Bucky leans back against the railing as he feels her hands pull him out of his restraints and slowly rubs him til he hardens and take him in her mouth. He leans back and looks at the sky, just letting himself think of anyone but her, wrapping her lips around his member.

Downstairs in the women’s changing and storage rooms, you were getting ready to meet the new manager of staff. But your friend Wanda was hell-bent on pursuing a conversation you were uncomfortable with.

“I’m telling you, he’s gonna propose.” Wanda pointed out from the locker next to you.

“No he’s not.” You told her once again. “He knows my timeline and I haven’t even gotten my teachers degree yet-“

“You guys have been dating for two years!” She cut you off. “And you still haven’t boned. He doesn’t give a shit about the timeline anymore.”

You went to say something say something back to her when the door opened and a man with a big grin walks in.

“Ladies! Everybody decent?” He asks with a big smirk, disregarding the fact he’s already in the change rooms.

“Who are you?” Wanda asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m Sam Wilson, part of the new management team of this hotel and, well, I guess your new boss.” He said, smiling widely at his words.

You frown at his enthusiastic behaviour at those words. In his hand is a bunch of red straws he holds out to everyone.

“Pick a straw please? Anyone one is good and it doesn’t matter what straw as long as you are spectacular at your job.” You walked around to all the girls who took a straw from him. “It benefits us all which should be good because we all have the same goal. And that goal is...” he offers one to you with a wink. “To make bank.” He stepped back and observes everyone. “Alright, lets see those straws.”

Everyone lifts up their straws, and without failure, yours is the shortest.

Sam walks back up to you with his same grin. “What’s your name?”

“June.” You say quietly.

“But everyone calls her Jaz.” Wanda butts in.

You glare at her as Sam smirks at you. “Well, Jaz. You’re gonna be a great tail.”

You frown at his words.

You soon find out what he means as you lay, gracefully over a plastic clamshell in the hotel pool with a mermaid tail attached to your lower body. Everyone comes up to you, offering their empty glasses and you fill them up.

“This is bullshit.” You murmur but a co-worker who is in the pool next to you frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, as if he is also wearing the tail.

You slowly turn your head to glare at him and he shuts his mouth, stating quiet.

You go back to staring into space, hating the position you were in. You certainly did draw the short straw.

Bucky sits on one of He circular couches next to Becca.

“Buck, if you’re not happy, end it.” She says simply.

“But she stood by me.” He says, running his hands over his face.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you owe her your whole life.” Becca says a-matter-of-factly. “You changed, of course you did. The whole cancer thing is going to change you and now she’s dangling it over your head. If it’s this toxic then just leave. It’s not going to make you our father if you do.”

Bucky sighs because he knows she’s right. He lets Natasha hold the cancer situation over his head and now he’s stuck.

“I know. Thank you.” He turns his head and looks at his sister. “Now go home to your wife.”

Becca smiles at him. “I will.” She stands up with him. “Try to enjoy your party.”

“I will.” They hugged before she made her way out of the party.

What they both didn’t know was that Natasha sat behind them on the other side of the circular lounge, her head against the back as she listened to their conversation. She knew their marriage was stale but she knew she couldn’t leave yet. If she was going to be divorced she was going to be walking out of that courtroom with 10 million to her name. Thank god for prenuptial agreement.

Bucky walked towards a waitress who held empty champagne glasses on a tray, a few people stopped him to shake his hand and he made his way over to her to take one, then she pointed him over to you, who still sat miserable on the clamshell.

You lifted your head to see his figure walking towards you and a rush of anxiety filled you. Before you could think, you rolled your body off the clam and threw the bottle into the pool.

Bucky frowned and stopped at the splash, watching you kick your way to the other side of the pool. The bizarre action made him turn back to the waitress who also frowned and led him to where a fresh bottle was sitting on ice.

You ripped the bottom of your tail open so your feet could poke out before getting out of the pool.

Wanda caught you getting out of the pool and approached you. “Um, what the hell?”

You lifted yourself out of the pool and moved the wet hair from your face.

“Do you remember a guy named James Barnes? He worked at the yacht club, he was like a member?” You asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and put her free hand on her hip. “The jerk You had a major crush on five years ago?” She questioned you.

“I didn’t have a major crush on him.” You said.

Wanda scoffed before continuing to walk, you shuffled alongside her in your mermaid costume.

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Wanda places her tray onto the bar bench for more glasses. “You had a magical kiss-“

“I was young, it meant nothing.” You said fast.

“What meant nothing?” For, another co-worker butted in.

“I need someone to run champagne to the pool ASAP.” The bartender addressed everyone.

You rolled your eyes but took it as an opportunity to get yourself out of the hole you just dug with Wanda and Dot.

“I got it.” You reached out for the bottles. You took them from his hands and quickly shuffled away to the small tent nearby the pool.

You really thought you would never see him again. And yet you wondered how the hell he managed to be staying at the same hotel that you were working at.

You began filling the champagne glasses as your mind ran over the reasons why he would be at the opening party.

People were filling the tent and you felt a presence behind you.

“I’ll hand out glasses.” He suggests. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You give him a small nod before going back to pouring.

Bucky looks down at you, curious to know where he has seen you before.

“You look familiar.” He tries to say in the most polite way he can.

“Really? Not sure.” You shake your head in denial.

“No, I really think we’ve met before.” He pushes.

You stop for a second and pull your lips into a tight smile. “I’m not usually wearing clamshells.” You give him a small laugh and shift on your feet.

Bucky frowns for a second before gasping in realisation. “Oh, the strip club on Birk Street.”

You whip your head around to look at him in horror. “Jerk.” You say in disgust.

Bucky is shocked again at your sudden anger. Okay he was definitely wrong. He went to apologise when he heard Natasha’s voice over the speakers. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I would like to make a toast.”

You both turn to face her and she raises a glass in your direction. “To my husband. For already making this hotel great.”

Everyone clapped but you gaped in shock.

He was the new hotel owner. And you just insulted him.

Natasha came over to Bucky to pull him down into a hard kiss.

As he was distracted, you slipped out of the tent and headed back to the change rooms. You believe it’s time for you to go home.

Becca moves through her front door, quietly closing it behind her, knowing her wife was asleep. She kicked off her heels in the living room before making her way down the hall to her bedroom. But a sound slowed her down, the sound of moaning was coming from her bedroom.

The door was open ajar and light shone through into the hallway. Becca pushed open the door to see her wife’s legs entangled with another woman’s. Dread literally overcame her and her wife’s head popped up from the bed at the squeak of the door.

“Oh god, Becca.”

You finally settled into your bed. May lay next to you, it’s one of those nights again.

Your phone buzzed from your nightstand and you picked it up to see Steve had messaged you. You looked at the time. It’s 4:23am.

You back?

You smiled. Yep, In bed.

Phone sex?

You scoffed and lightly laughed.

May’s sleeping in here tonight.

Soundly?

You softly laugh at him again.

Ew. So...I called the new hotel owner a jerk tonight.

WHAT? Why?

Long story.

Get some sleep. You have to be up in 3 hours. Doctors apt at 9 and a class at 12.

You frowned at how he knew your schedule.

Finally enjoying our conjoined calendar.

You smiled at him. He did still know your timeline.

Love you.

You too.

With that you finally put down your phone and turned the lamp off, drifting to sleep.

It felt like only a minute since you fell asleep that your alarm woke you up.

You groaned and pushed your face off the pillow, getting up to get ready for the day.

Becca tried to console herself in the work bathroom before heading outside. The pain was still very much panging in her chest since she’s woken up. Looking in the mirror, she saw how much of a mess she was.

Hating her life and needing to work was going to break her but she would fight against it.

She rubbed at her eyes and splashed water in her face to try and make herself look better.

She huffed, giving up before exiting the bathroom and heading into the doctors hallway.

A nurse approached her almost immediately. “Dr. Alver, there you are. You are running a little behind.

Hearing the nurse mention the name she had taken in marriage almost broke her again. The stress of today was already weighing on her.

“Yes I know, rough start to the day.”

“Yes, well as you should know you’re filling in for Dr. Peters today. You have an insemination in room seven and a pap in room eight.” The nurse handed Becca over the tools as Becca’s phone rang. Blindly, Becca collected the tools and picked up her phone in the other hand, seeing her wife’s name on the calling screen.

“Doctor, did you hear me?” The nurse asked.

“Yes, I did. An insemination and a pap. Thank you.” Becca said dismissing the nurse and turning away from her to answer the call.

Her wife’s voice flooded her ears.

“Becca, please. I’m so sorry, she didn’t mean anything! I’m a screwed up person, I don’t even car-“ Becca hung up the phone as her voice became too much for her to handle anymore.

Trying to compose herself again, Becca walks straight into room eight.

“Ms Parker, how are you. Are you ready for you’re insemination?” Becca asked, not looking up from your file as she enters the room.

The door closing woke you up from your nap on the examination chair.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.“ Becca apologises as she sees you startled.

“No, that’s fine. Sorry I’m a little tired.” You say, noticing that the doctor is a little flustered. “Yes, I am ready.”

You smile at her.

“Okay good.”

“I thought I had an appointment with Dr Peters?” You asked.

“Oh yes. I’ll be filling in for her while she’s on her...honeymoon.” You noticed her get a bit spacey as she said that. But she was quickly shaken out of it. “I’m Dr Alver.”

“Are you okay?” You asked as she took a seat in front of your spread legs.

“Oh yeah I’m fine. I’m just going through some personal problems.” Becca tried to give you her best smile.

Becca reaches to put on the gloves. “Did you bring anyone with you?” She tried to distract herself.

“Here?” You frown. “No, just me.”

“Oh you’re doing it alone. Good for you.” You could tell she was trying hard not to break down again. “It’s probably easiest that way.” She tried hard but the tears pushed through her eyes again.

“Dr Alver, we can do his another time of you want to?” You asked her, a little concerned.

“No, no I’m okay.” Becca pulls herself together and grabs the insemination tool.

“Are you sure? Because I can come back later if it’s better- Oh okay, you’re already doing it.” You grasps the sides of the bed as you feel the tool enter you.

“No it’s not fair one you. Because you’d have to wait a whole month and it’s just a waste of your time.” Becca smiles at you reassuringly and finishes the insemination.

She slowly pulls the tool out and puts it on the tray. “And you’re all done!”

You look down. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Becca nods taking off her gloves. “You should get your results in two weeks.” She smiles at you before collecting her forms. “You have a good day, Ms Parker.”

“You try to as well, Dr. Alver.” You smile at her as you let your legs down, feeling glad your first pap was over.

Becca walks across from room eight and into room seven.

“Hello, Ms-“ Becca looks up to see Natasha sitting in the examination chair. “I didn’t know that you were coming.”

“I had the nurse unfreeze Bucky’s sperm.” Nat’s words fell onto Becca’s ears as a curse. “That’s why I didn’t tell you, you guys are so close I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

Becca goes through the appointments she has this morning in her head. An insemination and a pap. Here Natasha is, talking about her brothers sperm after she just inseminated you.

Her body feels weak as she puts the horrible reality together in her brain and her heart beats hard and fast out of fear.

“Look, if you don’t do it, someone else will. And I know from the internet that you can’t refreeze the sperm, so...unless you want the sperm to die.” Nat’s threats push more dread through Becca’s body.

She just fucking inseminated the wrong woman. With her brothers sperm

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mydarlingklaus · 4 years ago

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The Apology

Part 3 of the angsty “The Merge” arc is now updated! Highly anticipated reunion between Klaus and Lizzie. So glad you all have been enjoying these drabbles! Thank you for leaving all your reviews on my ff account, I appreciate it! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here! Enjoy :)

WARNING: Angst galore!

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New Orleans, 2:45 AM

Klaus' elbows rested on the lengthy solid wood dining table as his interlocked fingers covered his trembling mouth and flared nostrils—eyes practically burning a hole through Lizzie's forehead who was sitting across the other side. Carefully watching as she ate the grilled cheese sandwich he prepared for her—raising children forced him to learn his way around the kitchen. After Klaus paid the cab driver and compelled him to forget arriving here and picking anyone up in the last two hours, he was too enraged to speak to Lizzie when she eventually brought her luggage inside. Figured making her a meal would ease his mind and rationalize his thoughts—it did not.

As she settled in Klaus called Alaric to inform him about Lizzie's whereabouts—of course Caroline was his first option but he was still feeling petty. The insufferable human speaking over him was irritating, especially when realizing they contacted each other just a few seconds apart. Josie and Hope were both heavily interrogated by Caroline and Alaric. Hope was clueless but eventually they were able to pull the truth out of Josie. The news broke Klaus' heart all over again, but he reassured Alaric that Lizzie was safe in New Orleans and would call back after talking with her first.

Her bites were small, awkwardly shifting her attention down at the plate and up at the man with dagger eyes. One cheek resembled a chipmunk's as she prolonged each chew in the hopes that Klaus would be the first to break the dead silence—no such luck. She knew Klaus was pissed, which was unusual towards her because he had never genuinely been upset with her in the past.

She gulped the food down her throat with a dramatic swallow before placing the remainder of the sandwich on the porcelain plate. Using the napkin on her lap to rid her mouth of crumbs, subtly clearing her throat.

"Um, thanks for the food by the way. I was starving." Lizzie extended her gratitude with a soft smile that fell when Klaus did not reciprocate.

The silent treatment was growing tiresome, along with Lizzie's patience.

"Did you call my mom?"

His stomach clenched at the reference, but he finally spoke. "I called your father, actually, at the exact same time he called me."

"Are you two wonder twins or something?" She half joked, but Klaus obviously was not amused causing her to clear her throat. "So this means they already knew I was here. Well Josie certainly knows how to keep a secret huh." She rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky she said something." Klaus blurted. "Everyone was worried about you, I was worried about you."

"And like I already told you, I'm fine. I made it here unharmed didn't I? You don't have to keep treating me like a child—"

"You are a child, Lizzie." Klaus' tone low and dark—dropping his hands onto the table but eyes of fury never leaving hers. "You're a beautiful and naive 17 year old girl who has lived in the bubble of a small town her whole life, and despite thinking you know everything about the dangers of the world, you don't."

"Klaus—"

"Anything could have happened to you, anything, do you understand?" His glare deepened.

She groaned while rolling her eyes. "Yes, yes I get that but—"

"There are no 'buts'!" He slammed his hand on table,frightening the teenage girl. "And obviously you don't get it otherwise you wouldn't have done something so...so selfish and irresponsible! How many times do I have to explain to you girls, just because you're a powerful witch in Mystic Falls does not make you invincible to the real world. Evil comes in all shapes and forms, you have no idea what to look for. People in this city know who you are and how important you are to me. Why do you think I'm so protective over you all whenever you visit? What if someone recognized you wandering this hectic city alone at this hour, with some vendetta thinking they have something to prove by..."

He wiped his hand over his face exasperatedly, inhaling and exhaling as he regrouped, hating when his mind wandered to the darkest of places. Since Caroline became a permanent part of his life Klaus not a day went by he wasn't terrified for her safety, even more with the twins. The nightmares he never told her about of his deepest fears. He's had to protect Hope her entire life from the dark forces insistent on taking her away from him, now his family was expanding and felt helpless to stop life from happening to them. They inherited a thousand years worth of enemies and he couldn't be there for all of them at once. Seeing Lizzie, alone, on his doorsteps was among the most haunting images he's ever seen.

The witch rubbed her lips together, blinking away the sheen covering her blue eyes for a better visual of his disgruntled expression. Klaus wasn't simply upset, he was scared—clear as day on his face. Klaus has always been overprotective since they were kids and barely knew each other. Sometimes he was extreme: like not allowing her and Sebastian to go on unsupervised dates, or her having to text him her every move if she went on a trip without him, or one of his hybrids watching over at her football games when Klaus was unable to attend. It was behavior she grew accustomed to, fighting that is who he is. She underestimated how triggered he would be about her traveling on her own—expected some fleeting harsh words but his silence hurt more. Never did she mean to harm or scare him in any way.

Placing her hands out in front of her on the table, Lizzie picked at the fabric on the sleeves of her sweater.

"I'm sorry, okay. I never meant to freak you out. I just thought...I thought you'd be happy to see me." She said defeated.

Klaus' eyebrows furrowed, offended she would think otherwise. "Of course I'm happy to see you. I'm always happy to see you, Lizzie you know that. But you can't do reckless things like this and expect me not to, 'freak out', as you say." The tension slightly dissipating with his soft smirk. "I always worry, every bloody day about you girls when you're together, never even entertaining you all being apart. You mean...everything to me, do you understand?"

Lizzie understandably nodded as Klaus left his seat to walk over to her. Pulling out the chair beside her he sat down, with an expression ranging from relieved and anxious on his face. His hand reached out to hold hers on the table—giving them both much needed comfort.

"However, running away from home without warning is not an excuse. There are more pressing matters we need to discuss now that you're safe and well like, how did you acquire a plane ticket so last minute in the first place. How did you know I was here?"

The young witch swallowed audibly, squeezing his hand.

"Um, I sorta, well definitely, called Uncle Kol and told him I was running away and needed to see you. He didn't want to say anything at first but after much precision he finally told me you were in New Orleans and bought a ticket for me."

"HE WHAT?!" Klaus' eyes bulged and fist balled as he let her hand go.

As if the situation could not be worse—of course Klaus' delinquent of a baby brother was involved!

Lizzie winced, leaning back against her chair. "This is the reason I was holding off telling you..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "How dare he...and he knew I would never allow it. I am going to kill him, violently, and you be sure to tell him so during your next chat." He huffed. "Why were you running away anyways?"

"Same reason you did." She answered, making Klaus pause.

His glare and jaw softened as the realization settled in.

"You know..."

She nodded again, with shifty eyes and a blank face.

"And Josie?"

"Of course I told her. She's my sister. There's enough lies running around the boarding school and this effects both of us, remember?"

He knew, eventually, the twins would have to find out but didn't feel any better with them knowing before he had time to process it himself. How was he to console them about a matter he could barely grasp? The time away from Mystic Falls—from Caroline—did little to clear his mind because every second he thought about it the anger resurfaced.

Klaus let out a deep exhale scooting his chair closer to her and rubbing his hands together.

"Do you, um...do you want to talk about it?" He asked concerned.

She scoffed while crossing her arms. "About the fact that in a few years I'm either going to die or be forced to murder my sister, and my parents have been lying to me about it my whole life? Thanks but no thanks."

"We're going to have to talk about this eventually." He tried to reason with her but her refusal was as stubborn as a brick.

"Then I'll wait for eventually." She decided with a shrug.

"Lizzie—"

"I'm tired." She yawned covering her mouth. "It's been a long day and I can barely keep my eyes open so, can I just go to my room now please?"

- Say no, say no.

Klaus was such a weakling when it came to his daughters, specifically Lizzie. Her big blue eyes and pouty lip held so much innocence she reminded him of the little girl he once knew.

It has been a long night, for both of them. They could always talk in the morning when they're both refreshed and willing. Quite frankly Klaus wasn't too jazzed about discussing the matter further tonight either—as long as Lizzie knew it was something to discuss, soon.

Reluctantly, Klaus bit his tongue and conceded with an affirmative nod.

The young witch grinned, widely, jumping out her chair eagerly and picking up her plate.

"I'll dispose of it. Get some sleep." Klaus insisted with a weak smile.

She could see it on his face how badly this was eating at him, maybe more than her. But her mind and body were drained—from the devastating information of her fate to hitching a last minute solo trip to New Orleans. Last thing she wanted was more talking, even from Klaus—enough talking.

Placing the plate down, she muttered a low 'thank you' before walking towards the staircase and leaving Klaus alone with his conflicted thoughts.

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9:10 AM

Breakfast in the Mikaelson manner was, awkward.

They all sat at the food-filled dining table together—Elijah and Hayley slowly sipped on coffee, Freya and Lizzie fawned over orange juice while Klaus nursed an alcoholic drink. Elijah discreetly tried to talk to talk to his brother about Lizzie's sudden arrival but Klaus didn't budge, nor did anyone outside of their immediate family need to know about this before they could tackle it themselves. Attempts at conversation were made in between fruit and pastry platters, but the trio were worried about stepping on anyone's toes which made everything more awkward. Klaus' irritability was written on his face, even for so early in the morning. The hybrid was running on two hours of sleep, barely capable of catching any slumber after Lizzie resides in her room for the night. He sat outside her door for about an hour before retreating downstairs to his study. He tried everything to keep his mind occupied: reading, sketching, brainstorming strategies for the next faction meeting but nothing worked.

Afraid if he closed his eyes he'd have another haunting nightmare; with Lizzie as the starring role.

Even reaching out to Caroline crossed his mind, once or twice. After finally turning his cellphone back on he played her voicemail over, and over again until it brought boredom—it never did. He missed her voice, the way she rambled when nervous and her smile that he could hear through the phone.

You give me comfort, and I could really use some of that right now.

So did he.

I miss you.

I'm sorry.

I need you.

He had to turn his phone off again just to fight the temptation. The tears already glossing his eyeballs as he contemplated throwing the bloody contraption in the lit fireplace. He hated feeling conflicted.

Despite how much he loved and missed her, nothing about the merge was simple nor fixable yet she kept it from him for years. Whatever her intentions Klaus was incapable of reasoning right now—not to mention the teenage runaway who sparked his blood just as much.

When his two siblings and Hayley finished their meals and left the mansion for an 'outing', he was left alone at the table with the stubborn teenager who appeared just as displeased.

"It's a bit early for bourbon, don't you think?" She sassed, flipping her blonde hair to the side while jamming her fork into a chocolate chip waffle.

Klaus knew those were her favorite.

"Let's just say, I've earned it." He raised a glass before downing the liquor in his throat then slamming it down on the table. "Are you enjoying breakfast?"

She nodded gleefully, pushing the empty fruit bowl away as the servant came around to dispose of dishes.

"You always have the best food, especially the waffles!" Lizzie praised before scarfing another piece into her mouth.

"I'm glad." He rewarded her with a soft grin, gesturing to the servant to scurry away until it was just him and his step-daughter. "Not to put a damper on a good morning but sweetheart, we really need to talk—"

"We should go into the Quarter today." Lizzie proposed.

His forehead creased and eyebrows pulled together at her blatant disregard for his request.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hayley...Auntie Hayley?" She raised a curious brow. "I'm still not really sure what I'm supposed to call her but, I overheard her talking about meetings you have coming up. I could totally audit some of them. I've been told I'm quite the stellar listener." She suggested, making Klaus more puzzled.

He sighed. "Lizzie—"

"Or," the smirking blonde witch rose from her chair, "we can ditch boring responsibilities and turn it into a fun day trip. Just me and you like old times. We can get some lunch at that Cajun restaurant you introduced me to on the last visit, before going to Jackson Square. I could really use a new painting for my room—"

"Lizzie stop." Klaus abruptly demanded, now standing at her level with an equally stern look.

The young girl's stretched smile deflated to a withdrawn frown. Her heart pounding cranky in her chest and her body went numb—unable to feel the over-pour of emotions hanging by a thread.

Cautiously, Klaus walked towards her and anxiously licking his reddened lips until he was across the room staring before her.

His loomed over her small figure intimidatingly, focusing his attention on her while hers was directed at their feet.

"I know you've been through quite a bit in the past 24 hours, more than anyone your age should endure." Klaus reasoned, reaching out to grab her shoulders comfortingly. "This is scary and surely you must have so many questions but we can't pretend this merge isn't real. We can't pretend it isn't happening because it is and we need to deal with how to move forward."

The girl laughed. "You mean like how my mom and dad 'dealt with it' by lying to me for the past 17 years? About how I'm destined to partake in a fatal duel of survival against my own twin sister?" She spat, looking up to expose her tearful eyes. "Or how you 'dealt with it' by running away from Mystic Falls the first chance you got instead of, I don't know, staying?!"

Klaus was perplexed as Lizzie wiggled out his grasp angrily and took a step back. Her cheeks a fiery red and small hands balled into even smaller fists. She was shaking but Klaus knew better than to approach her right now.

"Three days in your little blissful New Orleans bubble and just forgot about your family huh? You don't write, you don't call. What, you're allowed leave the problem like it doesn't exist but I can't?"

Her anger was manifesting, he could feel it.

He swallowed audibly. "That-that's more complicated—"

She screamed—more like a sharp screech like nails on a chalkboard—stunning Klaus. Her hands pulled at her hair unruly.

"Why, why is everything so damn complicated with this family! Complicated this or complicated that." She threw her hands up. "Why is that always the excuse used for none of us taking responsibility for the messed up things we do? No it's not complicated, it's actually simple. Just admit it, Klaus. Be the good man you want us to think you are...and admit it."

"You're upset, I understand—"

"Stop telling me what I am!" She groaned. "Or how I feel. I'm so tired of everyone doing that. You never did before. Just...just admit it..."

Klaus' own body began to tremble, but not out of anger.

"Admit what?" He asked warily.

"You left me, Klaus you left me!"

Her screams now accompanied with her thrashing the wooden cabinets of the dining room. The glass shield, along with the multiple place settings, now a scattered pile of pieces on the carpet. Telepathically knocking over every chair until the legs individually broke off, and shattering the lights above until they blacked out

Klaus' mouth opened and closed, completely astonished at her horrifically violent actions.

"Bloody hell!" He yelled, tugging at his hair. "Lizzie, what in the—"

"You said I could always depend on you except, when I actually needed you!" Throwing another plate into the wall.

He visibly swallowed. "Lizzie..."

"Don't come near me!" The witch sharply commanded when Klaus attempted to step forward, snatching a knife off the table in a haste.

His undead heart dropped into the pit of his stomach and face drained of color. The lump bobbed in his throat, wondering how they got here and how quickly could he deescalate the situation before venturing off to worse case scenarios. If he lunged at her there would be no chance.

Seeing no other option, he stayed in place holding his hands up to demonstrate his surrender but eyes never leaving the weapon in her small hand.

"Sweetheart, please..."

"You—you were the only person I wanted to talk to about this. Not Hope, not even Josie but you!" She exclaimed through clenched teeth, waving the sharp object aimlessly. "I just found out the most devastating news anyone could ever hear for their future. Do you know how that feels, to have your life taken from you like that, hm? I was the most terrified and angry I've ever been, and so confused. I needed you but—but you weren't there." Her sobs uncontrollable as she shook her head side to side frantically, the knife still in one hand—blade facing away—as she brought both up to cover her ears. Eyes pinched shut and face a deep cherry red.

Klaus stayed silent, not wanting to trigger her any more than she already was and cause more damage.

"You weren't there. I cried out for you, called your phone religiously all three days...but you never answered. You just left, without even saying goodbye. You left me alone. You didn't protect me..."

Correction: this was the most haunting image he's ever seen.

He stood there like a deer in headlights and an agonizing ache in his core.

The emotional thread finally snapped, and there was no saving from the rapture. When Lizzie wasn't scratching at her face and hair, she was throwing more furniture in sight and belted louder cries before helplessly falling to the ground—knees hitting first.

You didn't protect me...

Klaus experienced Lizzie's episodes before, recalling their intimate conversations where she confessed the amount of times she contemplated taking her own life. The dark thoughts she never went through with, but nonetheless scared herself to even let her mind go there in the first place. Klaus never told Caroline about the things Lizzie confided in him about, and he never would, but seeing her with that knife was cutting too close to home for his comfort.

He thought he was capable of handling her emotional mishaps, but this was a blend of pent up betrayal and fear that he had zero control over. So blinded by his own turmoil all he cared about was leaving the situation as quickly as possible, barely giving a thought to the people he was leaving behind. Not thinking, if he was going through he ringer like this imagine the twins. Knowing how Lizzie felt—how she's been feeling—and him being among the ones that hurt her made him physically sick.

What a coward, he thought, to abandon his family when they needed him the most? Caring for his then was all he cared about now, but already proving he was still capable of being a selfish prick with them. Failing at the only job that mattered—being a good father.

No more.

Rushing to her side, Klaus kicked the knife out her hand first then crouched down to cradle his incredibly strong but struggling daughter in his protective arms. Pulling her against him until she felt nothing but his warmth. Her hands stayed on her side, not embracing him fully, but Klaus was just relieved that she was allowing the hug at all.

Her tears staining his gray Henley as she buried her face into his calming embrace—the whimpers and screams muffled by his shield. Klaus caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head repeatedly, whispering reassuring words that she was safe as her cries continued to unfold. He wanted her to know she could be as vulnerable as needed, no holding back or saving face for anyone. For 1000 years Klaus suppressed his emotions to appear 'strong' and 'unbothered' but it only crippled him as the years went on—until Caroline—and even then took longer to understand what those feelings meant.

The huffing and puffing didn't let up the longer he held her—chest heavy and heaving.

Klaus gasped at the feel of her wrapping her arms around his waist, squeezing. Her death grip pierced into the fabric of his shirt as she healed onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go. Each passing thought about the merge made her cry more.

Lizzie didn't plan on the outburst, not realizing how much she was hurting until the words began to spew. Her lungs felt shot , throat swollen and dry from the heavy cries and overflowing tears. Deep down this was the reason for her insistent denial. Discussing the matter meant it was real, and she wanted to hold onto the bliss a little while longer with the person who has made her feel the safest.

A few moments went by before Lizzie began to feel lighter and her breathing began to balance out. Her cries subtly ceased as she pulled her face from his chest. Lips plump and parted while observing the disaster she created—broken plates and glasses shattered on the floor and against the walls. Cabinet of silverware broken and chandelier barely hanging on. The shame began to overtake for not controlling her temper after working so hard towards not being an emotional wreck. As if all the progress she made was suddenly irrelevant. Hanging her head low until Klaus cradled her face in his hands, surprised to see his sunken reddened eyes matched hers.

In all the years of knowing Klaus she's never seen him cry, or any heavy emotion. He's been sad, sure, but nothing compared the bloodshot gaze directed towards her.

- Either he is the quietest crier to ever exist or I'm more self absorbed than I thought.

His thumbs swept across the skin underneath her eyes to rid them of the lingering tears, rewarding her with a sweet grin from his shaky lips. Even he was thrown off by his own wave of tears but...Klaus had a short list of people he actually cared about and seeing any of them in distress rubbed off on him.

Felt like 20 pounds had been lifted off both their chests, despite what brought them to this point.

"I'm sorry." Klaus said, his voice raspy.

Lizzie's sucked in her bottom lip, nodding her head.

"Klaus..."

He sniffled, giving her his full attention.

"I—Klaus—I don't want to die." She stammered, her throat beginning to tighten.

The hybrid nearly lost it, again. His eyes widened and mouth agape.

I don't want to die.

One of the first sentences Caroline ever said to him.

When he knew her strength before even knowing her—the baby vampire with the will to live. Who did not beg the powerful hybrid towering over her limp body for mercy, the way she didn't beg but decided to fight. How he could so easily see the same spark in their daughter's eyes...even if she didn't notice it herself.

Wiping away the remaining tears from her pretty face, Klaus nodded his head.

"I know."

Was all he could say, for now. Not even the miraculous Klaus Mikaelson wanted to give her false hope.

The exhaustion weighed down her eyes but she kept them open best she could, still holding onto Klaus but not as aggressively. Coming down from the emotional high took a greater toll than anticipated and felt if she tried to stand she'd fall over.

They were both mentally drained after confronting the realization of their mutual fear: losing each other.

Kissing her on the head again, Klaus lingered there a little longer and closed his eyes just to appreciate her—very much alive—presence. He didn't even have it in himself to be upset anymore, not even after the stunt she just pulled.

"Klaus, um, I said some bad things to my mom. Actually they were pretty horrific, and I don't think I can take any of that back." She sniffled staring up at him with regret. "How am I supposed to face her again? There's no way she'll forgive me."

He smiled. "There's no one with more forgiving bones in their body than your mother. The amount of chances she's given to people who don't deserve it, how many she's given me...you're her her daughter and she loves you more than life. There's nothing you can do that's unforgivable in her eyes."

"But—"

"You underestimate a mother's love, once upon a time so did I." The corner of his lips quirked up. "She understands you were angry and won't hold any of it against you, I assure you, though she might have some words about you running away which is valid."

They softly laughed. Lizzie bit down on her bottom lip.

"Do you still love her, my mom? Even after everything?" She timidly asked.

"Of course I do." He answered effortlessly, clearly making the girl happy.

"Good. Are you ready to forgive her?"

Klaus hummed, pressing his lips together with a sigh through his nose.

"You must be tired. Come on, I'll walk you up to your room." He said instead.

Lizzie decided not to pester further, mainly because she was in the same boat on how she felt towards Caroline or Alaric.

She allowed Klaus to help her onto her feet, making sure she was unharmed and stable enough to walk on her own. Granting him a sad but reassuring smile which was more than enough as he led her upstairs to lay down.

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Mystic Falls, 9:30 PM

"Caroline, I never said I'm blaming you." Alaric tried convincing the pacing baby vampire.

"Our daughter ran away from home after talking with me, don't lie to me, because if the roles were reversed I would blame you." She claimed, still walking back and forth in their kitchen.

"It's not like we're running around like headless chickens anymore. We know exactly where Lizzie is and we know she's safe. Klaus would never let anything happen to her."

He was right, she knew he was but...that void remained open.

No word from Klaus or Lizzie all day, not even a simple text of when she planned to return. As badly as Caroline wanted to harass them, she rationalized—or rather Alaric talked her down—and agreed to give Lizzie time to cool off first. She was rightfully upset with both of them and needed space. The saving grace was knowing where she was and that she was safe, and also being aware of Klaus' well being. Why wasn't New Orleans her first guess?

"You need to calm down, here." Alaric calmly offered her a drink.

Caroline crossed her arms, turning her head to face him not realizing he was now beside her with two glasses of scotch in his hands. She reluctantly grabbed one before leaning against the countertop, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head.

"She hates me, they both do." Sipping on the bitter drink.

"They do not hate you—"

"You didn't see how they looked at me, or hear the things Lizzie said to me, and I deserved it."

"No." Alaric walked over to where she stood. 'This is on both of us. Mainly me because I knew even before you did. We both made an agreement about not telling the girls about the merge, we chose to handle it on our own."

"Then why I am I the only one feeling guilty?" She asked before downing the rest of her drink.

Alaric sighed. "I do feel guilty, Caroline, everyday I felt it too. You're a good person and exceptional mother and that comes with a heavy heart. You care about the people you love even if it means you get the short end of the stick. I really am sorry Klaus found out the way he did. It was never my plan to be the one to tell him."

"I know." She said.

"But it doesn't make up for anything." He realized. " I do hope Lizzie and Klaus return soon so we can finally talk as a family."

Caroline's eyebrows shot up amusedly. "Did I hear that incorrectly or did you just refer to Klaus as part of the family?"

He chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I wish otherwise, you love him and so do our girls. Our clan keeps expanding and I would never be able to explain how twisted all of it is. But my personal feelings aside, he's your family which means to an extent he matters to me as well."

Not that Alaric's opinions on her relationship with Klaus ever made a difference, but this was a permanent arrangement. Caroline knew Alaric and Klaus were not friends and probably never would be, but at least being cordial and accepting of one another meant even more.

She weakly smiled, resting her hand over his on the kitchen counter. "Thank you."

Alaric returned the smile and the ringing of the doorbell immediately followed.

The two looked at each other confusingly, knowing neither were expecting any guests for the night and Josie and Hope were in their respective rooms.

Caroline waited as Alaric walked out the kitchen and towards the front door, too noses to stay in place she poked her head out to sneak a glance. The door was opened but Alaric's body was blocking who he was standing in front of him.

Moving closer, she noticed four pairs of feet and one were covered by black combat boots and the other was embraced by Alaric wearing sparkling white high top converse tennis shoes.

- They're here?!

Caroline was flashing forward before her mind could fully process her own speculations, which were proven to be true. Realizing her gasp louder than anticipated when it made all three of them turn to face her.

Instantly making eye contact with Lizzie—blue on blue—saddled and remorseful.

The young witch left Alaric's side and timidly approached her mother, twisting her lips with her hands anxiously grabbing at the straps of her backpack.

"Hi mom..."

Caroline exhaled a breath she unintentionally held before reaching out and pulling her daughter into her arms for the momma bear hug they both needed.

Lizzie felt overwhelmed with the affection, from both her mother and Klaus, but accepted wholeheartedly. Flaunting a close-lipped smile as she hugged her back just as intensely.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, do you understand me?" Caroline softly demanded into her blonde curls.

Lizzie frantically nodded and hugged tighter, underestimating how much she craved her mother's touch. With a final sniffle, Caroline finally released her with a lingering smile, kissing her on the forehead before stepping to the side so she could walk inside with Alaric—leaving her alone with the hybrid. Suddenly the nerves settled in with the blank look he flashed towards her.

Three and a half days since she last seen him and nothing changed besides her amplified feelings.

Klaus remained outside on the cold porch while she was inside standing between the threshold of the door. Caroline hated not knowing where she stood with people, and Klaus' unreadable face did nothing to subside that annoyance.

- Maybe he's still upset?

She wanted to run into his arms the moment they're alone but, what if things have changed for the worst? What if he brought Lizzie back but is planning on leaving Caroline? What if he didn't forgive her?

She nervously gulped when he finally stepped more into the light—as handsome and imperfect as ever—his straight lips curved into a full smirk.

"Hello love."

Caroline's lips struggled to form a smile in between her relieved blubbering. She covered her mouth, embarrassed by her reaction from a simple 'hello'.

"You came back..." She managed to say, tucking one of her curls behind her ear.

Klaus' smirk only widened, decreasing the gap between them until they were only inches apart with him still standing outside the door.

Having him so close but so far was the most cruel act he could do to her. Those three and a half days felt like an eternity. Where she realized her life was no longer complete without him. He had taken her—body and soul—all those years ago when he swooshed into her life and she swore a long time ago she was done denying it.

Distance was not an option anymore. She missed him, god did she miss him, and his dimpled smile and masculine presence. If he wanted to stop her he could but all she cared about was embracing the return of the man she loved.

In a blink of an eye Caroline's body was colliding with his, face buried into his shoulder and arms securely around his neck as the tears already began streaming down her cheeks.

Affection, comfort and nurture were new concepts for Klaus who unfortunately had no experience of his own growing up. Not think he would ever be granted the opportunity to extend those feelings to others, let alone have people in his life he cared about enough.

Initially taken aback, Klaus completed the hug by encircling her waist and pulling her against his firm chest subconsciously. Inhaling her warm scent, hair and presence as if for the first time. He could feel her tears staining his shirt but it didn't matter, nothing mattered besides the woman in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She pleaded between broken sobs as she gripped onto him tighter.

"Shh, love...it's all right." He tried reassuring her, rubbing her back up and down soothingly but he felt her shaking her head.

"No, it's not." Her voice unwavering as she pulled away enough to look up at him.

Her eyes puffy and tired compared to their usual vibrant form—breaking Klaus' cold dead heart more than he thought was possible.

Klaus let out a low breath as her eyes bored deeply into his, demonstrating the severity of her plea, she continued to explain herself.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, "I'm sorry for not telling you from the beginning. It was never my intent to keep anything from you."

"I know—"

"Please, let me finish." Caroline interrupted and Klaus obliged. "First of all, the twins are your daughters as much as mine and I'm sorry I ever made you feel otherwise. For someone who is constantly being reminded they're biologically not mine and having to deal with judgmental gossipers, I should have known better. I wasn't thinking. Even if it wasn't my intent to hurt you I still said it, and I'm sorry."

Klaus understandably nodded. It was as if she knew that particular section of their fight cut the deepest.

"Secondly, I was scared. I've been scared about the merge since Alaric first explained it to me and when I get scared I tend to turn people away. It's what I did to you, and them. I'm so used to making all the decisions regarding all of this because it was the only bit of control I had. Then circumstances changed when you came back into my life the way you did. I never expected us to become what we are, or you loving the girls as much as you do but there's nothing I wanted more. Our relationship is means everything to me. I'm so grateful to have you in our lives. I love you so much and I'm so—"

His lips molded against hers before she could muster another apology, desperate and commanding as her mouth opened to him from the pressure—succumbing to the warmth of his wet tongue. Pulling at each other mercilessly.

There was obviously more they needed to discuss—starting with proper discipline for their delinquent child—and solutions to theorize but neither of them could find it in themselves to care right now. After being away from each other for what felt like a lifetime the longing for one another only increased.

Caroline raised her fingers into his hair, standing on her tippy toes while lightly tugging at the light curls on the back of his neck. Venturing up to trace his scalp as she pressed his face more against hers—if that was even possible. Needing him, inhaling all he had to give. His talented tongue drew out soft whimpers from her lips before aiming for another passionate kiss to explain without words how much he missed her too.

His determined hands traveled from her face to squeezing her sides and caressing her silk covered back, bringing her closer in the most demanding but loving way. Tasting the teardrops that fell down her rosy cheeks and combined with their interlocked lips. Klaus almost felt ridiculous fore leaving in the first place, no matter how angry he was, but the distance made his love for her grow stronger. Rationalizing his thoughts instead of lashing out—progress.

She was more than apologetic, he felt it with through every kiss and tug. His anger was warranted, but deep down he knew Caroline was coming from a good place because he knew her heart. Nothing about this was easy on anyone and that was the reality they had to face, as a family. Being with Caroline now, holding and kissing her on the porch where any Mystic Falls resident or student could see, was the insight he needed. All he wanted to do was take her inside and never leave their bed. To shower her with love and affection to make up for lost time—forget about the bad shit just for a night.

Following that train of thought, Klaus' hands now rested dangerously on her hips, suggestively, their lips still moving together in perfect rhythm as he blindly lead them backwards and closing the door behind them with his foot.

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The Winchester Cure

Summary: Kat starts running a high fever and there is only one person who can make her feel better. Characters: Dean Winchester, Kat ( @dean-winchesters-bacon ) Pairing: Dean x Kat Warnings: Obnoxious Fluff/Comforting Dean/Sick Kat Word Count: 943 A/N #1: This is for my beautiful, loving, wonderful wifey who is sick and needs some Dean lovin’ A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

**I don’t remember when I wrote this and I’m sorry I didn’t post it when you were actually sick.**

Trails of sweat were running down her body as she pulled her favorite fuzzy blanket tighter around her. Her teeth chattering as another wave of chills went through her. Kat pulled her knees closer to her chest, letting out a soft groan as her muscles screamed in pain. Her agony began yesterday after she arrived back from a hunt with the Winchesters. Only leaving her room to go down to the bathrooms and back.

Suddenly a bright light broke through the darkness of her room and she pulled her hoodie over her head. The creaking from the door rang in her ears as someone entered her room.

“Go away and shut the door.” she grumbled not bothering to see who it was.

The familiar throaty chuckle of Dean Winchester echoed throughout her room. With the door closing off the light from the halls Kat could hear the familiar sounds of his belt coming undone and his jeans hitting the floor. Her heart began to pound against her chest.

Kat sat up in her bed, “Dean what the hell are you doing?”

“Taking my clothes off.” He said matter-of-factly.

She and Dean had been having a thing for awhile now. Sneaking into each other’s rooms or sneaking out to the Impala. However, she did not want him to see her sweating, feverish and weak. Kat pulled her blanket over her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Dean Winchester I am in no mood for your shenanigans. I don’t feel good and just want to be in misery alone.” She said, hearing his footsteps against the floor.

The side of the bed dipped down as he crawled into it, “Relax sweetheart. I asked Sam what was the best way to break your fever and he said you need to sweat it out. The best heat source comes from the body. Now strip off all those layers.”

She turned to face him barely making out his handsome features, “Really?”

Dean nodded as Kat sat up taking off the layers of cotton until she was only in her panties. He held the blanket up and stretched his other arm across the bed. Her eyes traveled the length of his body becoming more clear as her eyes adjusted to the darkness once again.

“You keep looking at me like that and I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Now come on and lay down Kit-Kat.” The famous Dean Winchester smirk was on his lips as she snuggled up against him.

She always joked that Dean was her personal space heater. He wrapped his arms around her and began to hum a familiar song. Kat slipped one of her legs in between his bringing them even closer together while his fingertips lightly trailed down her back.

“Are you…” Kat yawned, “humming The Beatles?”

“Yes. My mom used to sing ‘Hey Jude’ to me whenever I was sick. I guess I thought…” he drifted off embarrassed.

“Will you sing it for me?” she asked, nuzzling her face into his chest.

He hugged her tighter as he began to sing softly, “And anytime you feel the pain. Hey Jude, refrain don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.”

That was the last thing she heard before drifting off into unconsciousness.

Kat slowly opened her eyes, sitting up she noticed she was once again in her clothes and alone in her room. For a moment she began to question if she did not just have a fever induced dream about Dean coming in last night. Her eyes drifted towards the door as someone knocked twice then opened it.

“Good afternoon.” Sam said walking in with Dean right behind him.

“Afternoon?” she asked as Dean sat next to her in bed.

Sam chuckled, “Yeah you’ve been sleeping for almost ten hours straight.”

He placed a tray over her legs with soup, grilled cheese and water on it. Sam grabbed her desk chair sitting in it beside her bed.

“I made tomato and rice soup for you. I used to make it for Sammy whenever he was sick.” Dean’s cheeks suddenly became a rosy pink.

Sam scoffed, “Because that is the only thing you can remember mom making for you whenever you were sick. Though I’ll admit it’s not all that bad.”

Dean stuck out his tongue to his brother, “Anyway… we figured a day of movies and relaxation was needed for us all. Sammy, why don’t you go make us some popcorn.”

Sam groaned as he got up exiting the room. Kat picked up the tray moving it onto the floor before turning to face Dean. A small smile was on his lips as his piercing forest eyes stared into hers.

“So last night happened?” Kat asked as Dean nodded, “And we didn’t… you didn’t try too….”

“No Kit-Kat, believe it or not I can control my dick.” he said chuckling.

Kat laughed before leaning over kissing Dean’s cheek, “Oh I know you can.” she whispered.

She leaned back grabbing the tray once again and happily began eating the meal Dean had cooked for her. Sam returned with a large bowl of popcorn just as she finished eating. Sitting in his chair again he stretched out his long legs resting his feet on her bed. Not caring what Sam would think, Kat turned towards Dean and snuggled into his side wrapping her arm around his waist. His arms immediately wrapped around her holding her tight against him.

“About time.” she heard Sam muttered just as he hit play on the movie queued up on Netflix.

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Prompt #26

It’s my birthday!!!

So I got you all a present. That’s how birthdays work, right? I wrote you this fic. Prompt #26 on my list because guess how old I am?!

Fair warning: Major Character Death. I made myself cry.

I’ve now done prompts for: #1, #2, #4 and #16, #9, #10, #20, #26, #33, #77, #78, #170 (part 1), (part 2), (part 3), #327 and #502 and I’m not accepting any more prompts at this time.

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Prompt #26. Afterlife

Getting old sucked. Ever since Dean had found his first grey hair and noticed that the wrinkles around Sam’s eyes weren’t going away when he stopped smiling, Dean had realised that he might actually get to experience old age. It was a thoughts that settled uncomfortable behind his sternum, though he knew it wasn’t exactly bad. They’d defeated Chuck, after all, and only a couple of years after that, Dean had called it quits and retired from hunting… mostly. He’d help out if there was a case in their neck of the woods, Sam always called him first so he could call dibs or pass as he pleased. At least he had, until Sam himself had retired with Eileen and they’d passed the reigns on to the younger generation.

That was just fine by Dean. Sam and Eileen now lived only a couple of blocks away, the bunker a place none of them had been to in years, though sometimes they got visits from the younger hunters, wanting to gawk or advice or to hear some of the Winchesters’ greatest hits, which Dean was always happy to oblige and he and Sam had a tally going of which one of the brothers they’d come to see (Sam was winning, but barely). He liked seeing the way their eyes bugged out when Cas brought out a plate of sandwiches and dropped a kiss to Dean’s hair before settling next to him on the couch, his hands taking Dean’s left in his own so he could fiddle with the ring he’d put there nearly thirty years before.

Now, Cas was the worse part of this getting old deal, because Cas wasn’t. Or… he was, his grace had been irreparably damaged over the years, but slowly. Cas still looked like he was only barely approaching fifty, while Dean had come to realise that he was a shrivelled-up eighty-eight-year-old.

Despite Cas’ assurances that it made no difference to him, that he was still older than Dean by millennia anyway, that his soul was still as beautiful as it had been, Dean still sometimes found himself staring into the mirror in dismay, then looking over at his still-gorgeous husband and feeling even worse. Especially when Dean had had to convince Cas to pretend that he was a carer out in public, or his son, or something that would make more sense than him, a raisin of a human, being married to an angel (formerly of the Lord, now of humanity) who just wasn’t ageing at the same rate and both of them being happier than either had dared imagine for themselves.

Dean watched Cas from his chair while he puttered around outside. Before they’d even finished unpacking their meagre belongings after moving in, Cas had started working on the garden. There was a small beehive at the very back, and lots of decorative birdbaths and birdfeeders they had been gifted with over the years and the plants themselves were an explosion of colour. Dean couldn’t really make it out there on his own anymore. There were a few stone steps to get down into it from the house that he struggled with now and thing was practically a jungle, with roots and uneven ground that was pretty perilous for a man of his age. There was no lawn to speak of, the grass was always too long and there were more trees and plants than open spaces. It was beautiful to look at though, and sometimes in the summer Cas would carry him out to the bench (that was nowhere near the beehive) and they would sit together and watch the birds and insects flutter by, and despite being surrounded by suburbia, they were perfectly alone, a place of calm, like the lake near the bunker they’d gone to years ago.

He got nostalgic a lot, and bitter with it sometimes. And though he didn’t regret the way his life had turned out, not at all, he missed feeling like he had something, anything, to give back to Cas in return for loving him. He couldn’t offer to help around the house anymore. He was confined to his chair most of the time. Cas carried him to bed and helped him hobble to the bathroom and cooked for him and put up with his crotchety-ness when his knees were bothering him. He made sure Dean took all his pills on time and read to him when his eyes wouldn’t focus properly and sign to him when his ears were fuzzy and drove him over to visit Sam and Eileen twice a week. And he still looked at Dean in a way that made his heart melt, like he was beautiful, and just as capable and strong as he’d been at thirty, and not the pile of brittle bones that he had become.

Cas saw him watching through the window and smiled, as though seeing Dean sat where Cas had gently placed him a few hours ago was the best surprise he could have hoped for. Dean shook his head and smiled back. Even after all these years Cas was still a giant romantic dork. It was good to see him smile. He’d been kind of mopey for the past week, though wouldn’t answer when Dean asked him what was wrong.

He came back in soon after that, though he’d only been out for around fifteen minutes. He brought Dean a bowl of soup for lunch and sat with him with his own bowl, telling him how the hive was doing and which flowers had just begun to bud. Dean listened to it all, just letting Cas’ voice brush through him, as soft as his grace.

“Claire called this morning.” Cas informed him. “She and Kaia are planning a trip to Athens next month for their anniversary.”

“Well it’s lucky for some,” Dean said with a smile. “I’ll bet Alex and Patience are jealous.”

“Livid,” Cas agreed. “Claire was very pleased. She’s hoping they might run into ‘something cool’.” Cas’ fingers quoted the last two words. “So I daresay they’ll spend a few days looking for a hunt.”

“And how’s Donna?”

“As well as can be expected. Alex is staying with her for a little while, you know.”

“Yeah.”

Cas had driven them to the funeral a few months back. Jody had died peacefully, surrounded by her wife and her girls, but it was still hard on all of them. Especially Donna and Claire. Jody had been kick-ass even as a pensioner, getting into trouble with the local law enforcement when she decided to voice her complaints about their ‘sloppy new police tactics’. Dean had been sad to say goodbye.

“I think you should call Sam.” Cas said once they were done eating, though Dean hadn’t even managed half of the soup; he missed the days he could devour seven grilled cheeses in quick succession.

One hand still holding Dean’s, the other playing through his wispy, white hair. At least he hadn’t gone bald like his grandfather, though Sam had followed in Samuel’s eggheaded footsteps, which was a fact that Dean never tired of teasing him about.

“Why? We were over there the other day.”

“I know, but… It’s nice to check in. I’ll get you the phone.”

Bewildered, Dean stared as Cas unstuck himself from his side and went to pick up the cordless phone. He dialled and held the phone to his ear, turning his back to Dean and talking quietly so he couldn’t hear or even attempt to lip read what was being said. That was weird.

“Here.” Cas said, a few minutes later, handing Dean the phone before kissing him on the cheek and gathering up the trays from lunch. “You talk to Sam and I’ll clean up.”

“You’re being weird.” Dean told him, but dutifully held the phone to his ear anyway. “Hey Sammy.”

“Hey Dean.” Sam’s voice cracked a little over the words. “How are you feeling?”

“Old,” Dean replied. You?”

“Four years younger.” Sam said, and Dean could hear the smartass grin through the phone.

“Hello, Dean,” came Eileen’s voice.

“No!” Dean said firmly. “I’m not falling for that again. Sam, tell Eileen I say hi and that she’s been pulling the same joke for the past forty years.”

“And you fell for it for the past thirty-nine of them.”

There was a pause, probably while Sam signed something to his wife because he heard her laugh.

“What did Cas wanna talk to you about anyway?” Dean asked. “And why doesn’t he know by now that he can just call you without pretending that I need to talk to you.”

“He’s just paying back the favour.” Sam said, a little too quickly. “It used to be that I was the one playing messenger between the two of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why do I feel like you’re planning a surprise birthday party or something?”

“That’s exactly it. We forgot to do that in January. You know what my memory’s like now.”

“It’s from all those concussions you got.” Dean said, falling easily back into their old banter. Cas was right, talking with Sam was just what he needed. Sure, they still saw each other a lot, but over the phone he could almost kid himself that they weren’t as old as they looked, and even if they were… then it wasn’t that bad. Because he and Sam had made it through. Against all odds, through Hell and Heaven and Purgatory, they’d stared down monsters, ghosts, angels, demons and God and they’d beaten them all. They were the Winchesters and they’d survived.

Sure, this old age crap sucked, but every day he got to wake up next to the person he loved, knowing that his brother was doing the same. He got to hear stories from the hunters who came to visit, about new weapons they’d developed, new hunters they’d recruited, new lore they’d discovered. He got to hear how the fight was continuing without them and it was kinda nice to not be needed any more. He knew that he’d done his part, given all he had, and still ended up with a life worth bragging about. He didn’t worry about nightmares anymore, didn’t wake up drowning in guilt over things that were long over and done with. He’d made peace with his mistakes years ago, and he’d also learned to appreciate his victories.

His conversation with Sam lasted longer than he’d expected. They ended up, as most of their conversations did, reminiscing on old times. Mostly because there was so little present news happening. The world was quiet, for which they were both grateful, and they had more than earned the right to allow it to pass them by.

But this conversation felt different to the one they’d shared just the other day. Heavier almost. Sure, they laughed and poked fun at each other, just like they always had, even brothers in their eighties were still brothers after all, but Sam told him a few things that he was sure had never come up before, things like how grateful Sam was that Dean had raised him like he had, how he’d known all along the things he’d sacrificed so that he could have as normal a childhood as possible, even growing up as a hunter. He confessed how pleased he’d been to see him at Stanford, even knowing that it meant trouble, and other little moments like it. After hunts when Dean had been hurt, how terrified Sam had been every time. And when Sam got hurt, how much it had helped knowing that Dean was the one patching him up. He told a dozen different stories that emphasised how brave Sam thought he was, how kind, how smart, and he wouldn’t let Dean scoff off those compliments like he usually did.

Sam’s openness inspired his own and he found himself confessing things in kind. It felt good, cleansing, like a too-hot bath, and despite how stilted and slightly uncomfortable the entire conversation was, he was glad Cas had suggested the call.

Eventually, they both seemed to run out of things to say.

“Well, I should probably go,” Dean said. “But we’ll come visit on Tuesday like usual, kay?”

To his surprise, Sam sniffed, and it sounded like he was about to cry. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “Love you, jerk.”

“You too, bitch.”

He ended the call and glanced up at Cas, who had returned about an hour ago with a book, though instead of reading it, he was watching Dean.

Dean frowned at him, thinking about how weird Cas had been acting, how today he’d barely left him alone, how he’d caught him up on all the latest family news and made him call Sam. He remembered something Cas had told him years ago, when they’d first begun to let themselves truly love each other, how angels could sense when someone was dying.

“Today’s the day, isn’t it?” He asked.

Cas looked stricken for a moment, then he put the book aside and came back to sit at Dean’s side, curling around him like the world’s most careful question mark. “Yes.”

Dean reached out to grasp his hand. “Thank you. For making me talk to Sam.”

Cas just squeezed his frail fingers.

“Maybe I should’ve cut back on the burgers after all.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“No, I don’t,” Dean conceded. “But this has been nice though. Our life. Our, post-hunting life.”

“Our together life,” Cas said, his breath soft against Dean’s neck. “Yes, it has.”

“I love you.”

“And it still takes a deathbed for you to say it,” Cas joked, as though Dean hadn’t made a point to say it at least once a day since they’d been married. “I love you too.”

“So, what happens… after?” He had to ask, despite knowing, he had to ask. Because he’d known this day was coming in a far-off kind of sense, and he’d died more often than he cared to count, but knowing that this was it, this would be his final trip over to the other side, well… he was a little apprehensive.

“I’ll find you.” Cas promised. “I’ll need you to wait for me a little while. I have to make the arrangements here and—”

“And be there for Sam.”

��Of course.” Cas said easily. “But as soon as I can, perhaps a week or two, I’ll find you; and we’ll keep… not-living a together afterlife.”

“I’ll like that.” Dean said, just as a sharp pain prodded at his chest.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of visitors too,” Cas said. “Jack will make sure we have plenty of channels between Heavens. The last we spoke he said he was excited to see you again.”

“Be nice to see him too.” Dean said, though he was finding it hard to breathe; Cas stroked his hair and the touch was nice. “And the rest.”

The last thing he felt on Earth was Cas’ lips brushing his skin, and Dean Winchester drifted off, content in his angel’s arms; knowing that this was right, that he was ready, and that when he woke up back in his thirty-year-old body in whatever Heaven he had earned, he was gonna give Cas a hell of a welcome when he joined him.

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 5 years ago

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Episode 13: Wait and Hope

Here are my thoughts

SPOILERS AHEAD

1:00 - I love this scene. I know it’s all in Martin’s head but I really wish Malcolm was this honest with Martin all the time. Plus it shows that Martin is aware, on some level, that he’s been hurting Malcolm for years.

2:19 - Okay. A couple of things here: 1) Something about having Under Pressure play right now is genius. It’s fun yet truthful. 2) Listening to Mr. David and Martin’s exchange is really interesting to me. It’s almost like Mr. David is friends with Martin. I mean Mr. David is being way nicer than a professional respect requires. AND 3) Watching Tom Payne do planks/yoga is very attractive. Dang.

3:00 - So, we get a close up of 5 thin, tall pill bottles here. In about 4 seconds, when Malcolm is throwing pills into his mouth we will see 4 pill bottles of varying heights and thicknesses. So one of two things is happening 1) these scenes weren’t filmed on the same day and someone in the props department goofed or 2) Malcolm takes 9 different pill bottles worth of meds and this is just round two. BUT considering the 4 bottles of varying thicknesses reappear when Jessica shows up - I’m going to assume this is some minor on-set goof that they figured no fan would be neurotic enough to care about. They were wrong. I care deeply. In fact - I really want to know exactly what pills Malcolm takes.

3:11 - So is Malcolm’s fridge empty because he just got out of the hospital? Because there was definitely food in there during 1x5 when he made grilled cheese with Dani. And there were frozen foods in his freezer in 1x8. Does Jessica stock the fridge/freezer? Is that why there’s usually food? Because it’s cannon that Malcolm doesn’t eat much... I’m way too invested in the contents of Malcolm’s fridge. Furthermore - I love the fact that Malcolm reaches for a handful of of licorices from that massive container - it’s just weird enough to be completely endearing and totally in character for Malcolm. It implies that there is no other dry, perishable foods in his loft - because you know, he could’ve eaten some dry-cereal or instant oatmeal here. But nope. The boy goes for candy. Why do I love this dysfunctional lunatic? He can barely keep himself alive.

3:21 - I love that Malcolm watches Ainsley’s reports like a Good Big Brother. I mean, given Malcolm’s job, he probably would watch the news daily regardless of who was reporting it. But there’s something just so sweet about the fact that he watches Ainsley instead of any of the other reporters. Ugh - something about it just warms my cold, dead soul.

3:41 - hahahaha Ok. We all love the white suit because it’s weird, funny as hell, and just the right amount of attractive - but why does no one talk about the shoes? Malcolm isn’t wearing socks. He’s become one of those hipster dudes who wear fancy shoes without socks. I’m loving it. ALSO why is no one admiring Jessica? This woman is so extra that she knows her grown-ass son’s suit measurements and goes to buy him a suit that fits perfectly without his knowledge. Then she forces him to wear the white suit out of the house. It’s just. Wow. I love her.

3:50 - I love that Jessica totally only bought that suit for Malcolm because she didn’t think he would be caught dead anywhere near the precinct in it.

4:09 - Check out the look that Malcolm gives Jessica here. He’s sad. He’s sad and feeling guilty that he’s worrying his mother. That’s why he put on the ridiculous suit for her. That’s why he’s not getting mad at her for waltzing into his apartment unannounced (again). That’s why he’s letting her fuss over of him. Because he wants to make her feel better.

4:28 - This. This is why Jessica is being extra. She knows that if Malcolm is left alone he will skip his flight in order to achieve a “staycation in New York”. And if he takes a staycation he will inevitably end up hanging out at the precinct; working. She’s being extra but it’s justified - she’s trying to ensure that Malcolm takes care of himself. She said it herself - she doesn’t need him to love her, she just needs him alive. Right now - Malcolm is scaring her because she’s not so sure he wants to live. She’s not an idiot, she knows that Malcolm won’t take care of himself unless she literally removes him from the country, effectively taking away all of his opportunities to work. So. She. Does.

4:31 - Soooo is no one going to talk about the fact that Jessica is pushing Malcolm out the door - with luggage - while his meds are sitting on his counter?!? Has she checked that he has meds packed in secondary containers? Just seems like something that Jessica would stress about, especially in Malcolm’s current mental state.

4:46 - I love this. Jessica called Gil to come and pick up Malcolm. The one person she knows Malcolm won’t fight about his vacation. He’ll whine but he won’t fight Gil - not after their fight last episode. This also implies that Gil and Jessica had a long discussion about forcing Malcolm to take a vacation due to his current mental state. They totally had a parenting conversation about their grown-ass child and I am living for it. I also want to hear it.

4:54 - I’m not sure we’ve seen Gil this happy since he greeted Malcolm during the pilot. It’s precious. When Gil says he’s proud of Malcolm I’m pretty sure my heart grew two sizes. Why can’t we have more soft moments like this?

5:00 - This scene in the car is awesome. Malcolm is pouting like a petulant child and Gil is doing everything in his power to convince Malcolm this vacation will be good for him. It reminds me of a parent trying to get their toddler to eat vegetables.

5:06 - “We all just want you to be happy.” Did you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart racing with joy. Malcolm looks confused and hurt after Gil says it. Almost like he’s not sure how to be happy or who this “we” includes. Gil can see right through it - look at the concern on his face.

5:15 - hahaha When Malcolm hears the word “DOA” his face lights up like a Christmas tree and Gil’s contorts with annoyance. You can almost hear an Gil think “This is why we can’t have nice things” in an exasperated voice....also it is JT’s voice on the radio right?

5:22 - I love how Gil caves here. He starts the conversation stern but you can see that the minute that Malcolm says “I’m taking care of myself” he starts to waver. Even though you can tell that Gil knows Malcolm is lying through his teeth it’s the sincere desperation and hope in Malcolm’s eyes that make Gil cave.

6:04 - haha this is so great. I love watching Dani and JT tease Malcolm because a) it’s funny but b) it’s making Malcolm happy. Look at Malcolm’s smiles. He’s so happy to be included in this banter and he knows they’re teasing him out of love rather than hatred. Plus look at how amused Gil looks watching his kids interact. ALSO - side note - JT’s outfits are awesome in this episode.

6:45 - Can we all just take a minute to appreciate how far JT and Malcolm’s relationship has come? JT couldn’t stand Malcolm in 1x1. Now they’re casually squatting next to each other talking about guns. JT even looks impressed when Malcolm mentions owning a gun like the one they’re looking at. You can see that this conversation will continue later. JT wants to know more about Malcolm’s weapon collection. My heart is full.

6:47 - Edrisa teasing Bright is a real turning point for her character. It’s hilarious. Plus, watching how amused JT, Gil, and Dani are at Malcolm’s expense is awesome BUT 1x1 Edrisa would’ve never made jokes like this about Malcolm. She’s getting over her school girl crush and their relationship is developing past professional and into friendship. I’m a fan.

7:14 - How much time has passed since the end of 1x12? Malcolm looks a lot better than he did last episode. He looks happier, more relaxed, way less manic....and you know, no cast on his hand.

7:18 - Look at Gil when Malcolm says “The Tale of Monte Cristo”. That’s a look of recognition. Gil knows that Malcolm loved that book. I want to know why. We know that Martin was the one to read the book to Malcolm. In about ten minutes Gil will ask Malcolm to tell him about the plot because Gil doesn’t seem to be familiar with it. Did Gil watch a mute Malcolm read it countless times after Martin’s arrest? How does Gil know that Malcolm loves this book?

7:55 - Look at Malcolm’s face when Gil tells him that he’s still going on vacation. He looks so annoyed at the fact that Gil is going to take away his fun. I almost feel bad for him - but Gil is right, our boy needs a vacation.

8:00 - I don’t care if it’s crazy that Malcolm would hear the click of the landmine and react before our US armed forces veteran JT. I don’t care if it’s insane that the whole room didn’t blow up while shaky hands was holding the unstable landmine. I don’t care that there is no way JT got that vest on Malcolm without having Malcolm accidentally trigger the mind. I don’t even care that the fact that Malcolm answers his phone without blowing up is ridiculous. I love this scene. It’s amazing.

8:24 - Look at how panicked and scared everyone is. Look at how our sweet, neurotic Edrisa takes charge of her medical staff - this is a side of her I’d like to see more of. Check out the fear present in Gil, JT, and Dani. They’re not scared for themselves - they’re scared for Malcolm.

8:40 - Gil’s fury and concern here are perfect. He’s scared out of his mind that everyone in the room is going to blow up but he’s still present enough to be pissed that Malcolm is making jokes about his own life. Even though Malcolm often uses humour as a way to mask his pain and fear. It’s just confirming Gil’s belief that Malcolm’s mental health is in shambles, that Malcolm needs a vacation, and that Malcolm is seriously depressed right now.

8:43 - Malcolm’s brave mask is slipping. He’s looking more and more scared as this scene progresses. Look at the utter disbelief and horror on Dani, JT, and Gil’s faces when Malcolm suggests that they all leave him to die. They know he’s in a bad place mentally but they’re still shocked that he’s being so caviler about the importance of his life. They’re horrified that Malcolm still doesn’t truly understand how important he is to their team.

9:00 - Are JT, Gil, and Dani even processing what Malcolm is saying? They all look so shocked and concerned that Malcolm is still trying to talk about the case when he’s literally holding a live mine that I’m pretty sure they aren’t truly processing to Malcolm’s words. But seriously, look at the terror and concern in their eyes. It’s heartbreaking.

9:20 - Look at the way that Gil has to lead Dani out of the room. She’s frozen in panic and fear. Gil sees it and thinks “Oh hell no. I’m not losing 2 kids today.”

9:26 - Malcolms eyes here. That is mania. That is terror. That is the beginning of a panic attack. My heart is breaking but I’m also living for the whump.

9:34 - More proof that Malcolm is suicidal. He thinks he’s going to die but he picks up a call from his serial killing, manipulative father who has, for all intents and purposes, scarred Malcolm and emotionally abused him? Yo. That’s not right. ....but I will say that the fact that Under Pressure starts playing again does something good to my heart.

9:49 - More proof that Martin is a monster. His son tells him that he’s holding a live mine and Martin is more excited than concerned. Hell - Mr. David looks more concerned about Malcolm than Martin does. It takes a minute for Martin to realize that Malcolm might die. I will give Martin some credit here - once the realization sets in he does look a little scared that his son might die. Once again, I’m having a hard time figuring out if Martin actually cares about his son.

10:33 - He. Jumps. Out. A. Window. What a move.

10:48 - I love the team’s reaction to Malcolm falling on the Le Mans. They all look concerned about Malcolm BUT they also each have different secondary reactions. JT looks impressed. Gil looks like he can’t figure out if he’s panicking more over his car or his kid. Dani just looks shocked.

11:00 - That’s pure unfiltered relief on the team’s faces when they see that Malcolm is conscious, lucid, and talking. I’m in love. The only problem I have with this scene is that no one even mentions any injuries that Malcolm inevitably got from this for the remainder of the entire episode.

11:22 - Why is Martin allowed in these therapy sessions? They just feed his narcissism and give him an audience. He doesn’t let anyone else talk.

11:40 - I love that even the other serial killing prisoners look done with Martin.

12:12 - 1. Poor Hector. 2. Hector is “always Malcolm” OMG. How often does Martin turn these therapy sessions into a fantasy production of his relationship with Malcolm?!?! THIS IS NOT HEALTHY WHY IS THE PRISON ALLOWING THIS!??

13:30 - Can we all just take a moment to revel in the fact that Martin Whitly is such a bad person that even Hector - a prisoner in a serial killer prison - is afraid of Martin. I don’t blame Hector either. Look at how downright nasty Martin gets when things aren’t going his way.

13:48 - soooo everyone changed between the crime scene and coming to the precinct? JT used to be wearing a burgundy shirt, Gil was wearing a black (maybe navy?) turtle neck and Dani was wearing a green T-shirt (not the green blouse she’s wearing now). With Malcolm it makes sense. Did everyone else just change because they were dusty? At 18:26 you can see that they all have different jackets too...Ok. I’ll accept it....WAIT. I assume Dani, JT, and Gil have changes of clothes at the precinct? Does Malcolm too? Or is Malcolm wearing what he had packed for his vacation?

13:53 - Poor Gil. He loved that car. Look how sad he is. :( Look at how guilty Malcolm looks about it in the background. He looks so sad and scared. He’s looking at Gil like he’s waiting to get screamed at. :( I mean Gil’s obviously also upset that he watched Malcolm throw himself out a window but I don’t think Malcolm sees that.

14:15 - hahaha Malcolm is getting so excited about this story and Gil just does not have the patience for one of Malcolm’s manic rants right now. Check out Dani - she is living for Gil’s annoyance at Malcolm’s rant.

14:44 - “It’s my father.” This is concerning on a couple of fronts. It’s concerning because of how completely drained Malcolm looks when he says it. Malcolm just looks done which is scary because not 2 minutes ago he was bouncing around with energy. That dramatic of an energy change that quickly is not healthy. Our boy needs a vacation. Also, check out the fear and concern in Gil’s eyes right after Malcolm tells him that Martin is on the phone. Gil is scared 1) because of Malcolm’s behaviour but 2) because he doesn’t think Malcolm can handle Martin right now - it’s part of the reason that he and Jessica were trying to get Malcolm into a different time zone and country for his vacation. Finally, Dani looks concerned too. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t reach out and hug Malcolm because it looks like she really wants to.

15:00 - Gil was scared before now he’s panicking. You can see that he’s worried about why Malcolm would answer Martin’s phone call when he thought he was going to die. The “I was in a weird place” comment is not reassuring. You can also see that Gil is scared of what the phone call’s effect was on Malcolm’s already fragile mental state. I have a feeling that Malcolm’s current behaviour is reminding Gil of when Malcolm started visiting Martin in prison at age 11 which is scaring Gil too. Gil’s probably just waiting for Malcolm to completely shut down and go mute again.

15:06 - I love this move. JT and Dani are concerned and a little scared to talk on the phone with Martin Whitly but Gil stands firm. He’s not letting his emotionally fragile kid speak to Martin Whitly alone one more time today. He’s too afraid of what Malcolm might do to himself if he’s alone with a Martin phone call. I love the gentle but firm way that Gil reminds Malcolm that he’s not alone. That the team is here for him. I also love that Gil is honest with Malcolm - he doesn’t know if this is a good idea because he’s not sure he should be letting Malcolm talk to Martin at all right now.

15:24 - I want to point out that Martin is not chained to the wall here even though Mr. David is in the room. Is that allowed? You can actually see his restraints lying on the floor, unattached to him at 16:43. Martin is technically staying behind the line though. I just want more details about when Martin is and isn’t chained to the wall.

15:30 - This conversation is really interesting to me. Malcolm looks uncomfortable throughout the whole conversation. It’s as though he doesn’t want the team to see how dysfunctional his Dad and their relationship truly is. I love how confident and calm Gil acts and how freaked out JT acts. I love that Dani gets over her fear really quickly and is casually looking up stuff on her phone in the middle of the conversation like nothing weird is happening. This woman is a treasure. I find it interesting that Martin is peacocking. He’s having the time of his life because he’s talking to a larger audience and Mr. David looks so done with him. I love that when Malcolm starts showing obvious signs of discomfort and frustration the whole team starts shooting him concerned looks as they watch the effect that Martin has on his son. It’s heartbreaking and perfect. I’m in love.

17:01 - hahaha Malcolm hanging up on Martin is amazing. Malcolm is so scared that his dad is going to ruin his relationship with one of his only friends. Look at Malcolm’s face right after he hangs up - he looks detached and scared. Dani sees it too - check out the way she jokes with Malcolm afterward. She’s trying to reassure him that they’re good and it’s not his fault. Hell - JT and Gil given Malcolm some concerned looks at the end of this scene as well. I think the whole team is riding the “Malcolm is more depressed than usual and he needs a vacation” train.

17:38 - Look at how proud Jessica is here. It’s sweet. I wish she were this affectionate to Ainsley more often. Ainsley needs it.

17:55 - This is heartbreaking. Jessica is so lonely. She misses her social life. She really lost everything except Malcolm and Ainsley when Martin was arrested.

18:25 - This is such a messed up, convoluted set up. The dude is going to die by sword. Dang. This show is weird. Why do I love it so much?

18:55 - When Malcolm takes off his coat, the team looks very concerned and confused. I’m genuinely surprised that Gil didn’t have JT take Malcolm outside with force. They all had looks on their faces that said, “Our boy is passively suicidal. He’s going to try and kill himself again. He must be stopped.” And when Malcolm tells them that he’s going to “save this guy” they look so shocked and resigned like “of course that’s what you’re doing. You are a giant moron with no sense of self-preservation.”

19:37 - “Who are we going to call? The department of falling sword death?” hahaha Gil looks so done with Malcolm’s bullshit.

19:42 - I want more information on this one. Malcolm throws axes...competitively. Why? When and how did he get into it? It’s the most obscure hobby I can think of.

19:56 - Am I supposed to believe that JT and Dani carry wire cutters on all of their cases? Because I don’t.

21:00 - The way that Malcolm looks at Gil here is concerning. It’s almost as though Malcolm is just realizing that Gil is still in the room. Malcolm has become so consumed by the case and his mania that he forgot that Gil was in the room.

23:08 - This is so freaking cute. JT is going to watch the wedding with his wife. She’s going to wear a hat. JT looks so happy and excited about it. I don’t think he cares about the wedding but he cares about his wife and that just makes me happy. And Gil looks like “I work with weirdos. All of them.” My heart. <3

24:16 - Gil is so annoyed that Malcolm is lying to his mom. You can see that Gil is also grateful though - it was his responsibility to make sure Malcolm got on that plane and an angry Jessica is a scary Jessica.

25:00 - William called the George Taylor? Dick move.

25:50 - For once can Gil please just call out Malcolm for projecting his personal issues onto suspects? Can we please just see Gil confront Malcolm about it?

26:20 - Why does Malcolm know so much about bootlegging?

27:00 - “They’re thinking Ecuadorian” hahahahaha OMG. Malcolm needs to stop using humour to hide his pain and fear but it is damn funny.

27:50 - Dang. Gil is a badass. Malcolm looks so grateful to Gil here. <3

28:30 - Gil has had it with Malcolm avoiding his vacation. This is full on dad mode right here. Gil is worried. Malcolm isn’t taking care of himself. Look at the way Gil guides Malcolm out of the precinct. Ugh. I’m in love with the father/son moment here.

29:00 - I love how vulnerable and honest Malcolm consistently acts around Dani. Look at the pain in Malcolm’s face as he admits his problem with going on a vacation. Dani looks sad and concerned for Malcolm but she doesn’t judge him. She just comforts him with a stupid joke and lets him skip his flight. That’s true friendship. I stan this woman.

30:30 - This whole interaction between Martin, Dani, and Malcolm is awesome. Martin is ecstatic with the extra large audience. Dani looks a little scared at first but she really holds her own against Martin. She’s feisty, brave, and determined to do her job. Plus the concerned looks she’s giving Malcolm when he starts talking about the camping trip are A++.

32:05 - I love how angry JT gets during interrogations. This boy really supports the law.

33:15 - Ugh. Martin is so shady. He has a history of acting like a happy, sarcastic, manic dude who may or may not be lying to you. But then in the same conversation he will become either a) angry and threatening or b) serious and kind. It actually looks like he’s trying to convince Dani that Malcolm is the bad guy here - not him. That look of pure hatred that Malcolm shoots back at him is worth it though. Also - hell of a lot of foreshadowing for the next couple of episodes. Like dang.

33:45 - “You can take her shopping my boy. On me!!” ....I’m sorry does this mean that Martin has money somewhere? Jessica was rich. Martin was not. Something tells me that all of Martin’s money should’ve been spent on defence attorneys. Is he getting paid for his consultation work? Is that even a thing? OMG. I have so many questions about this.

34:00 - That is a very angry and disappointed father. Malcolm is in so much trouble for not going on vacation. I’m living for it. I also love that even though Gil is so angry at Malcolm he still reluctantly helps him because Gil is a Good Man of the Law.

34:30 - hahaha this is precious. Malcolm looks so shocked by Dani’s beauty here. Almost like he’s noticing that she’s a woman for the first time. AND Dani’s reaction is so cute. She’s flattered, a little awkward, and a lot happy that he thinks she’s pretty. Also - can we please take a minute to admire how respectful Malcolm is to Dani here. This boy has manners. Dani is not his girlfriend and she’s not an object to be catcalled at. So he calls her “amazing”. Not beautiful or sexy or hot. Amazing. A completely respectful compliment from a man who is not dating Dani. I love this.

35:00 - Well Dani - he was going to tell you that you’re really pretty and he has feelings for you..and you probably guessed that...sorry. I ship Brightwell.

35:17 - hahaha Malcolm is like “Damn. I’ve been exposed.”

37:50 - I feel really bad for Jessica here. Can’t this woman go to one (1) social event in 20 years and have to be judged for Martin’s misdemeanors?!? This poor woman just wants to enjoy legally herself and no one is letting her.

38:06 - JT sent Dani those pics....soooo he’s at home with Tally watching this right? Somehow I think JT’s night has become more interesting than he thought it would be.

38:45 - OMG. This speech was hard to watch. Malcolm is awkward, manic, and totally projecting about his daddy issues. Despite all of this, all I can think about is JT and Tally watching this on a TV somewhere staring at Malcolm in horror/amusement.

39:06 - Poor Jessica. She had one request. “Don’t embarrass me.” She looks utterly mortified.

41:30 - I love this. I love how happy Malcolm just made Jessica. I love watching Jessica be proud of Malcolm. It’s so sweet.

42:10 - This conversation between Malcolm and Ainsley is precious. Ainsley isn’t a bad person. She makes some bad decisions but she loves her family and I’m so proud of her for doing this for her Mom. My heart grew about 6x watching Malcolm be proud of his little sister.

Sorry....this one got REALLY long. Thanks for hanging out if you have. Happy Prodigal Monday!! :D Hope you’re all going to watch 1x19 tonight!

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Rising from the Ashes (21/21)

When her husband died, Emma wasn’t sure that she could ever move on. He left her with a broken heart and a baby who was only three-months old. It’s enough to take most people down, to make them not want to keep going, but Emma Swan isn’t most people. She’s stronger than she has any right to be.

And after years of heartache, she’s found ways to move on…one of those being in Neal’s best friend, Killian Jones.

As she’s always known, however, things are more complicated than they ever seem to be.

Rating: Mature

A/N: So this long, angsty, sometimes happy story has come to an end, and I have to thank all of you for reading with me along the way even though some of you swore that you wouldn’t. lol. But you made it, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter to wrap everything up💙

We’ve got one final flashback, and it’s a long time coming!

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Killian dives under the water, tightly shutting his eyes to keep the salt out, before jumping back up to the surface and leaping over to tug on Henry’s legs as he kicks out at him in an attempt to get away. They’ve been lounging around in the ocean for a solid two hours, their skin wrinkled at the fingertips and toes – not that his skin isn’t already a bit wrinkled – and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world as he chases after Henry and continually keeps him from getting too far away. It helps that Henry’s got a small paddle board sans the paddle strapped to his ankle so he can’t move as quickly as he normally would be able to if he were swimming. Then again, the lad is also nearing twelve this summer, and while he’s grown quite a bit recently, he’s still far shorter than Killian is.

He never had a chance.

“Dad,” Henry gasps when Killian grabs onto his ankle and pulls him back to his stomach as small waves tumble over toward them and fade out into whitewater, “that’s not fair.”

“I gave you a head start,” he protests, angling Henry’s board toward the shore since they’re already out further than they should be and need to head back. “Are you getting hungry? I’m absolutely starving.”

“I could be hungry if we’re having grilled cheese.”

“You are just like your mum.”

“They’re good.”

“Not when you use the artificial cheese.”

“That’s the best kind.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m right.”

“You are not.” “Agree to disagree.”

Killian clicks his tongue as he starts guiding them closer in, wrapping his arm over Henry’s back and kicking his legs out as he swims. “You really are just like your mum if you’re saying phrases like that.”

“She works at my school. I can’t get away from her, and now you’re saying I sound like her. I can’t win.”

“Do not say that around her,” he gently warns as they get a little closer to shore so that he can see Emma building a sandcastle with Ada near their umbrella so that she still has her eyes on Nathan as he sleeps in his seat. Seven-month-olds aren’t exactly huge fans of the beach, but when it’s a summer day and no one has work or school, they’re not about to pass any of this up when they now live a few feet away from the ocean.

They moved to Boothbay a little less than two years ago after everything happened. He and Emma hadn’t wanted to live in Portland anymore, couldn’t live in their house, and as much as he hated to leave the place where so many of the great moments of his life happened, he knew that it was the right decision. They went through hell as a family, and even though picking up and moving to a new place is no way to solve issues, it was a start for them. They thought about leaving that summer, but he and Emma both decided that they would let Henry stay in his school for one more year so he didn’t have to deal with anymore upheaval in his life. He was going through a lot without the emotional capabilities to handle it, and they weren’t about to take him away from his friends and his family. But when they’d brought up the idea of moving, even if it is only two hours away, he’d been excited. Killian still thinks that Henry mostly wanted to move because they told him they’d be living in a house on the beach instead of one in a suburb, but honestly, the kid is happy now. That’s all that matters.

His family’s happiness is all that’s ever mattered to him, and even though there are days when he’s pissed at Emma, frustrated with Henry, and struggles dealing with Ada and Nathan, he treasures that happiness more than anything in the world.

No part of him takes any kind of happiness for granted.

Not his own, not his children’s, not his wife’s.

Wife.

The word still almost feels foreign to him despite he and Emma having gotten married two and a half years ago during an absolute torrential downpour in August. For him to have had the ring for nearly an entire year before he got to use it, the engagement and wedding sure as hell did happen quickly.

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“Babe,” Emma calls.

“Babe.”

“Killian.”

“Killian,” Emma huffs, pressing her hand into his shoulder and pushing him a little on the bed until he opens his eyes, wondering why the hell Emma is jostling him awake when he’s getting to sleep in for once in his life.

“If you’re waking me up for morning sex, I’m going to need a minute or two.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groans, sitting down on the mattress next to him and moving down until her cheek is right next to his, her ass moving the mattress enough to jostle him a little bit more awake so that he twists his head to fully look at her while his hand lazily finds her thigh underneath the cover, squeezing the warm, bare skin a bit before resting it there, “no. I’m not waking you up for sex.”

“Pity.”

“Maybe later if you don’t bother me too much today.”

“Is that a promise?” he smirks, knowing that Emma most likely thinks he looks a little more ragged than handsome this morning.

“It’s a maybe,” she laughs, dipping her head down until he feels her lips against his forehead.

It’s still early, far too early, and if he knows anything about his surroundings today, it’s that the sun hasn’t made its way into the sky, the air outside still shrouded in darkness. And for Emma to be up this early on a Saturday without having been woken up by Henry or Ada, it’s basically a once in a lifetime day.

But she’s happy. He notices that too. Her face is bare of all makeup, freckles smattering across her nose, and he can see the blonde tips of her lashes that are often hidden by mascara. And her hair is a mess, the curls around her face a little more prominent, and her teeth look especially white against the tanned skin this summer has brought her.

They’ve been in a dark place since May, and even though Emma has made an effort to have things go on as normal, they haven’t.

Getting over what Neal did to them is such a slow process, one that he’s sure will manifest itself as different challenges and issues for the rest of their lives, and though it’s been easier for about a month and a half now, he still often can’t fall asleep at night because his mind runs through everything. Mostly he thinks about Emma and Henry, how they’re dealing with it, and that’s exactly what keeps him up.

They’re…he and Emma are good, though. He thinks that they may be better than they’ve ever been. It’s certainly not like it once was when they were dating and thinking about the prospect of having Ada. It’s different, but he thinks that it’s better. There’s more trust between them, more faith too, and after a year of sometimes feeling like they weren’t even playing the same game, he thinks that they’re solidly on the same team.

Co-captains.

He loves her, and he can’t ever imagine anything changing that. And if something tries, he won’t let it.

She’s happy.

He’s happy.

They’re happy in spite of everything, but this morning it’s almost as if there’s a different light around Emma than the one that usually stays with her.

“So tell me, my love,” he sighs, inching his hand a little higher on her thigh to tease her skin while he tilts his head up to look at her, “if not because I am simply so irresistible, why are you waking me up this morning?”

“Ada took her first real steps this morning.”

“What?”

“Ada. She took her first steps.”

“When?” he chuckles, moving up on the bed so that he can look at Emma a little more clearly, his chin resting in the dip between her breasts. “How long have you been awake?”

“At, like, two this morning. Her monitor went off, and I couldn’t get her to stop crying. I guess she was just really hungry since she didn’t really eat dinner last night, so I fed her and then we played for a few minutes, and she took her steps.”

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, throwing the blanket off of him and rising from the bed, tugging up at his pajama pants and adjusting his t-shirt as his heart beats wildly in his chest, excitement heating his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Babe,” Emma laughs, sitting up on the bed and moving the remaining blankets off of herself so he can see the skin of her legs, not that he’s really paying that much attention to them anyways. That’s a once in a lifetime thing. “Killian,” she giggles, probably at the fact that he got out of bed so quickly and is now standing in place with his hands in his hair while Emma sits further up on her knees, “what in the world are you doing?”

“She took her first steps?” he questions, the disbelief still running through him. Ada’s been nearly there for months now, seemingly always staying the cruising stage, and she took her first steps. God, he can’t…his little love continuously reaching new little milestones that are always so miraculous as he watches her develop.

He can’t believe he missed these too.

Emma smiles, and even though he already knew the answer, that’s all of the reassurance that he needed.

He’s obviously not thinking straight, his mind all over the place, but he’s so damn happy that all he can think to do is bend down and wrap his arms around Emma, pulling her up and off the bed so that he legs dangle in the air while she squeals, wrapping her arms around his neck while he gets a better grip holding her under her ass. It’s definitely not the most coordinated thing in the world, but he doesn’t care as Emma’s legs wrap around his waist with her ankles crossing at her back while he slams his lips into hers, capturing her laugh and any other words she had to say as he slowly sways them back and forth in their room, not daring to move with his eyes closed.

He can feel Emma’s smile through the kiss.

“I’m going to tell Ada to walk more often if I get that reaction out of you.”

“A bloody brilliant plan that.”

Emma laughs again, and he nips at her upper lip before pulling back and peppering kisses across her face while pleasurable shivers run down his spine with how she’s playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. She hums then, and when he pulls back, he takes the opportunity to start walking them out of the room.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“My daughter took her first steps, love. I want to see her do it again.”

“She’s asleep.”

He pinches her ass before carefully opening the door. “I know.”

“Killian, I swear, do not wake her up. She’s going to be cranky if you wake her up, and I don’t want to deal with that.”

“I’ll deal with it.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Says the woman who woke me up to tell me this.”

“It’s big news, but I just got her back down.”

“Aye.” He nods, the reality of what she’s saying sinking in as he thinks of what their day will be like if they get Ada to be all riled up when she needs sleep. “You’re right. I’m just…I got a little overexcited there.”

“Well, you do tend to have the opposite thing happen to you when you’re woken up.”

He chuckles and turns them around in the hallway, his arms aching the slightest bit from having held Emma for so long. She’s a slight little thing, but even Ada gets too heavy to carry after he’s held her for too long. When he makes it back to the bedroom, he flips the switch to turn the light on their ceiling fan on, casting the room in a bright white light, before gently placing Emma down onto the bed, letting her fall back on her elbows with her hair falling down her back while she smiles up at him.

Somehow, he can feel the smile in his own cheeks.

And it all hits him suddenly. His daughter, the one who was once no more than seven pounds and could do little more than cry, is walking on her own, even if it’s only a step or two. His son is turning nine next month. He’s been with Emma for five years, and he turned thirty eight at the end of May.

Life is moving on.

For a long while, it stood still, the insanity swirling around them and causing a thick haze that no one could see through, but they made their way through it eventually even if some of the haze still surrounds them. But they keep walking, keep moving forward, and suddenly he doesn’t want to wait another moment to find the perfect moment when there has never been a more perfect moment than right now.

“Darling, wait right there.”

He doesn’t let her respond before he’s quickly moving the few steps to the closet and turning to grab the box out of his uniform pocket, the blue velvet smooth under his fingertips as a smile forms on his face, all of the nerves he thought he would feel nowhere to be seen as he pops the box open and removed the ring, holding it in the palm of his hand. He’s got no clue what he’s going to say, how he’s going to ask, so when he gets back into the bedroom to see Emma still in the same place with her brows raised high on her forehead, he simply steps in front of her and gets down on one knee on the hardwood floor.

If Emma’s brows could get any higher, they would, both of them practically in her hairline, but as quickly as they rise, they also lower to their normal spot all the while the corners of her lips curve into a smile that makes the green of her eyes nearly disappear.

But just nearly.

“Yes,” she blurts out, the word loud and yet somehow a quiet whisper in the room.

He chuckles, wanting to close his eyes with his laughter but not wanting to look away. “Emma, you have to let a man ask.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m – ”

“I know, love. I know.” She’s getting ahead of herself, just like he did this morning, and that seems to be a habit of theirs. He doesn’t mind. “Emma, my love, the first time I saw you in that damned bar and made you laugh, I had absolutely no idea that we were going to go through so much together, that we were going to have this life and our kids and each other, that you were going to give me the greatest parts of my life, that you would be the greatest part of my life. I love you more than anything, and while I can’t guarantee anything else, I can guarantee that I will always, always be by your side. So what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Of course, yes. Killian,” she sighs leaning forward and grabbing his face until her lips are on his, an insistent press that is somehow the lightest touch he has ever felt. He’s kissed Emma more times than he can count, had her lips softly gliding over his every day for years now, but right now he can barely contain himself over how much everything is different and yet very much the same. “I will marry you, and I will be right there by your side annoying you every step of the way.”

A laugh escapes him, and he presses forward to brush his lips over the corner of hers, unable to keep himself from covering every inch of her warm skin with his lips as all of the turmoil and heartache disappears and he can only feel joy that rivals the day Ada was born or the day that Henry called him his dad for the first time.

Or maybe every other moment that he’s had with Emma.

“I love you,” she whispers, pressing her forehead into his while her hands reach up to clutch his face.

“I love you,” he echoes, wishing he had the words to express his love more than those three words do. He reaches up to grab her left hand from his face, pulling it down to rest between them as he quickly slides the ring onto her finger, marveling at the fact that it’s finally in the place that it should be. “You and the kids are the best things that have ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”

“I mean, I already knew that.”

“Stop,” Emma laughs, falling back against the bed while he gets up from the ground to place his hands on either side of her head, dipping his head down to kiss her neck, spending a bit of time there while Emma’s laughs turn into gasps. He rather likes that. “Oh, I think I changed my mind about the morning sex.”

“Proposing did it for you then?”

“I mean, I was already considering it, but I do think that encouraged me the smallest bit.”

“Well, I will take what I can get.”

“You’ve always been a man of standards.”

He winks. “I try.”

Later, when they’re sated and their hair is a little messier than before, his skin still tingling from the way Emma felt wrapped around him, he finds the strength to rise from the bed when he hears Henry walk past their bedroom, obviously having woken up and probably wanting breakfast.

“I can go feed Henry,” Emma mumbles, rising from the bed and pulling on a t-shirt to cover her breasts while she quickly combs her hair back into a bun, which really doesn’t do anything to hide the fact that they were just intimate, but it’s not as if Henry will know, especially not with a new ring on her finger he’s sure she’ll be talking about. “If memory serves, there’s a little girl who you were very excited to see much earlier this morning.”

“I can make breakfast, love.”

“No,” Emma insists, pressing up on her toes to brush her lips over his cheek once, twice, three times, “I will. I think today deserves celebrating with something good and unhealthy that you would never let us have.”

“I think I could make an exception today.”

“Still. I can do it.”

He nods in agreements, and when she turns around to walk away, he quickly reaches down to grab her ass, making her giggle as she turns around to briefly look at him before walking out of the room with the slightest shake of her head.

That woman is going to be his wife.

He’s the luckiest man.

After getting dressed back in his pajamas, he quietly makes his way down the hallways and into the nursery, finding Ada standing against the railing with her brown hair standing up in so many different ways that he knows she got it from him and the weird cowlicks that he has.

“Dada,” she squeals, her face lighting up in a way that will never fail to amaze him that someone so little loves him so much.

“Good morning, sweetheart. You been keeping your mummy up at weird times?”

“No,” she giggles, her favorite word as of late. He picks her up out of the crib and kisses her cheeks, making her giggle more. “No, no, no.”

“Oh come on, I think you did. And you walked too? It’s been a very big morning in this house.”

“No.”

“But it is,” he insists, standing her up on the changing table. “Your mummy told me she wants to marry me, my love bug.”

-/-

They’d gotten engaged after far too long of a time, and Emma told him that she didn’t want to wait anymore, that there was no point in delaying something that they both wanted to do. So with the help of Mary Margaret, planner extraordinaire, they planned a small wedding to happen in the backyard of Ruth’s house before Henry went back to school and Emma went back to work. Except it rained so much that everything happened in the living room, decorations haphazardly placed in the spots where the furniture had been carried to other rooms. It was a mess, but it was as close to perfect as he ever could have imagined. Liam, Belle, and Caleb decided to fly in from England, Belle absolutely insistent that she would not miss the wedding, and he finally got to meet his nephew who is now his favorite little man to get to video chat at least twice a week. David applied for a license online to marry them, and even though Emma laughed for a solid ten minutes at the image of David marrying them, she did come around to the idea.

He asked Henry to be his best man, told him it was one of the most important jobs for him to have after being a good big brother, and they let Ada be their flower girl even if it was an absolute disaster since she nearly fell every other step. He’d had to walk toward her and lean down in front of her at the end of their makeshift aisle and clap to her to continue her walking. She’d just taken those infamous first steps four weeks prior, and it was definitely still a work in progress. Emma had been standing at the back of the room in her dress, a small lacy thing that hugged her chest and flowed from her hips, and she hadn’t been able to help herself from quickly walking toward him and helping to encourage Ada to walk until she got to the end of the aisle with a small basket full of the flower petals they completely expected her to drop the moment she was handed it.

The entire thing was imperfect, crazy, and yet it was the most intimate moment of his life as he got to officially commit himself to Emma for the rest of his days.

He loves her with every beat of his heart, and while it’s never been easy, even in the days of flirting and teasing, they have fought for the love that they share because they both know it’s been worth it. He’ll never be one to claim that falling in love and getting married solves problems and brings utter happiness because that’s simply not true. Fights and petty arguments happen, disagreements over how to raise children occur, and heated discussions over what to have for dinner happen frequently. But that’s what happens when you share your life with someone else.

The disagreements, though, are always smaller than the love and happiness, and he’s thankful that he’s got this woman by his side who is his partner in all things.

And they’ve got three kids who they love more than anything.

Killian officially adopted Henry after they got married, and even though it required legally working with Neal, it was still one of the best decisions he’s ever made. The fact that Henry asked for it makes it all the sweeter. The kid has always been his son, and adoption or not, that was never going to change. Nathan arrived back in October two weeks before Emma’s birthday, and while they had planned him, it was still somehow a shock to have another little one in his arms.

(Changing the little lad’s diaper was a bit of a shock too since he was used to Ada and wasn’t around for changing a lot of Henry’s diapers.)

But a good shock.

And his little love Ada isn’t quite as little anymore, even if she’s a bit on the small side and takes after her mother in nearly every way but her hair and the indent of her chin, as she’s now four and more full of life than he ever thought possible. She talks, just all of the time, and he’s not sure if he can quite keep up with her. When he can’t, she makes sure to tell him, placing her hands on her hips and staring at him with furrowed brows until he catches up with whatever creation she’s making or story she’s telling.

He’s got good kids.

And a beautiful wife who works as a high school vice principal now while he spends his days managing the harbor for the town since they have such traffic for their boat tours and shipping. It doesn’t pay as much as his last job, but the cost of living here is cheaper. Mostly, though, he’s happy in his job, and it doesn’t make him constantly feel like he’s at war both physically and with himself.

Happy.

That’s the word he keeps coming back to.

For so long, their word was normalcy. All they wanted was for everything to go back to normal. After everything, they’re happy. They still have their difficult days, all of them still in therapy and still struggling some days, but they’re happy.

“Daddy,” Ada yells from the shore, getting up and nearly kicking over the tower on her sandcastle much to Emma’s dismay, “I want to go surfing too.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to surf, love bug,” he sighs, unstrapping Henry’s ankle wrap so that he can stand up on his own. “We only have this paddleboard.”

“Mommy said it was a surfboard.”

Emma shrugs her shoulders and raises her hands in the air while her lips press into her skin and her brows raise. “That’s my bad. I forgot the name for it. I was stuck somewhere between boogie board and surf board, so I feel like I was close enough.”

“Not really,” Henry adds in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m never right. I get it.”

“Daddy,” Ada whines again as she runs up to him and wraps her arms around his calf, weighing him down so that he has to kick up to walk, “please. I want to.”

He glances over to Emma to see what she has to say since they really need to get back up to the house, and when she nods her head, he reaches down and picks Ada up to rest on his hip as he grabs Henry’s paddleboard, which they have been decidedly not using the paddle for. Henry just got the thing last week, and they’re still working on coordination.

“Five minutes,” he tells Ada, pulling at her braided pigtails while wading out until he’s waist deep in the water.

“That’s not very long.”

“Well, we’ve got to get inside to get food in your tummy.”

“I like food.”

“You and me both.”

He steadies the board on the nearly still water before sitting Ada down on it. He already knows that she’s going to topple over into the ocean, but her lips are pursed in that way that she gets from Emma that means she’s determined to do something.

“Alright, love,” he tells her as he stands her up, one hand wrapped around her stomach while the other stays steady on the board, “you have to stay still and suck in your tummy like you do on the balance beam at gymnastics, yeah?”

“I know.” “Oh, well if you know then.”

“I do. You have a lot of hair on your tummy, Daddy.”

“Your mummy likes that hair.” “That’s weird.”

“No, it’s not. I like the hair on you head.”

Ada sighs while he gently moves her around as he keeps her wobbly legs from falling as much as he can. She’s such a little spitfire, and that’s not at all what he was expecting for how calm of a baby she was.

It’s payback for something. It has to be.

“But it’s on my head and not on my tummy. Mommy doesn’t have hair on her tummy. You’re like a bear.”

He laughs underneath his breath before he lets go of the board to run his fingers over Ada’s stomach, making her giggle and lose her footing until she falls onto the board, the air escaping her for a moment as she lands on her bottom. He stands her up once more, but she never quite gets over her giggling fit, so he makes the executive decision that their time is up and they can go inside. Grabbing Ada, her props her up on his shoulders and grabs the board so they can walk back up onto the sand where Emma and Henry are already packing up their things.

“Nathanial, my man, why are you not helping out?” “Babe,” Emma groans, throwing her head back as she puts some of Nathan’s toys in his bag, “his name is not Nathanial. It’s Nathan, and we call him Nate. I don’t know why you insist on calling him Nathanial like he’s a little old man from two centuries ago.”

He plops Ada down on the ground with the paddleboard. “Because it bothers you, my darling wife,” he sighs, dipping his head enough so that he can slide his lips over hers, the taste of salt water and a little bit of sunscreen consuming him. “And I believe I promised to bother you every single day in my vows.”

“That is not at all what happened.”

“It’s not,” Henry adds in, walking up to her with his float wrapped around his waist and his hair lying flat on his head. “You guys said the normal vows or whatever because I remember you talked about it forever.”

“Hey now, lad, you were very excited for your mum and I get to married. You can’t act like you weren’t.”

“Yeah, but I was nine, and I didn’t realize how gross you two were then.”

Emma looks at him, and he shrugs, his brows waggling across his forehead. Such a pre-teen. “Ada bug, why don’t you go give your big brother a kiss?”

“Please no,” Henry whines, already closing his eyes while Ada nods her head and practically pounces on Henry, scrambling up into his arms until she’s placing a smattering of wet, sloppy kisses all over Henry’s face. He always acts like he hates it, but he doesn’t. Even when he’s moody because his siblings are so much younger than him and he has to watch children’s shows, he would do absolutely anything for his younger siblings.

He’s a good kid. The best kid who he absolutely loves with his entire heart.

“Henry,” Ada giggles, “stop tickling me.”

“Stop kissing me.”

“Fine,” Ada huffs until Killian is grabbing her out of Henry’s arms and resting her on his hip as both Emma and Nate laugh behind them. “Daddy, can we go get food now?”

“Absolutely, my love. You have to go pack up your things, though, okay? Pick up all of the toys.”

It takes far longer to clean up all of their things than it should, but that always seems to happen whenever they let the kids help with things like that. It’s so much easier to do things themselves, but Henry and Ada have to know to clean up their own things. And they’re not on a timeline today anyways, so it’s fine as they take their time getting everything together and walking back up to the house. As always, getting Ada showered in their outdoor shower is a struggle with her squirming away from the cold water, but he’s got to get the sand off of her before she tracks it through the house.

That happened once, and he swears the rug in the living room has never quite been the same.

“Mom, can we have grilled cheese for lunch?” Henry asks after they’ve all showered and changed into dry clothes. Emma’s simply in her pajamas, one of his t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts, and he can see her hair already curling as it dries down her back. It’s gotten curlier since they moved here, and he quite likes the way it snaps back into place after he runs his fingers through it. “I really want grilled cheese.”

“Sure. Your dad will make it because I have to feed Nate.”

“No,” Henry and Ada yell at once, and he can’t help the little sting of insult that rushes through him. “He makes it with the weird cheeses,” Henry finishes, repeating their conversation from earlier.

“I will only make it with the cheese you guys like,” he promises with a roll of his eyes as he picks Nate up from his playmat and hands him over to Emma, “but you guys also have to eat some kind of vegetable.”

“I like carrots.”

“Okay, we’ll just go with the orange foods today then.”

He turns some music on his phone, one of his playlists that he knows doesn’t have cursing in it, and plays it over a little speaker they keep in the kitchen while both Ada and Henry sit at the island scrolling through an iPad as they play whatever game they’ve agreed on lately. Emma is sitting with Nate in the living room, and when he turns around, he can easily see her. That’s one of his favorite things about this house, the openness of it all. Their entire downstairs is basically one large room with a bathroom hidden in the back, and it makes everything seem much larger despite this house being smaller than their last one. Most of their old furniture remains, the same gray couch and loveseat with the brightly colored armchair all sitting in the living room with a white and gray striped rug (the one Ada stained) underneath it. The television rests above a white brick fireplace, and it’s all backed up to a few floor-to-ceiling windows that give a view of the ocean. There are curtains that they close at night or when they want privacy, but rarely does he want to not have the view of the water.

A part of him would like to say the house is clean, but Nathan’s toys are scattered everywhere no matter how often they’re put away in their bins, Ada’s joining them, and even though Henry mostly keeps his things in his room, occasionally some of his belongings will make their way downstairs. It’s definitely a home that’s lived in, and he can get over his far too rigid ways for that.

There are too many awful, difficult things in the world for him to be constantly worrying about everything being clean all the time even if cleanliness is something he’s trying to instill in his children.

It’s a balancing act.

He finishes cooking for everyone, cutting up the sandwiches in everyone’s preferred ways and piling the plates with vegetables before sliding over the plates and cups of water to Ada and Henry, hoping that Ada won’t manage to spill her water. After they’re fed, he takes Emma’s plate over to her and places it on the end table so that she can eat too. He’ll fix himself something later once the smell of processed cheese is out of the air.

Nathan starts whining, the beginnings of a cry that he recognizes and usually dreads.

“Oh no, kid,” Emma sighs when he unlatches and his wails get a little louder. She gets up from the chair, pulling her t-shirt down in the process, and starts walking him around. “Don’t cry. We’re happy, aren’t we? We just ate, Nate. Ooh that rhymes, see? You should like rhyming. You probably don’t get it, but that fine.”

His wails calm down to quiet sniffles as Emma sways him back and forth to the sound of the music, dancing with their son until he quiets down. He’s a good baby, a little fussier than Ada was, but he’s generally pretty happy. It helps that this is their first child where nothing crazy has happened in the months after their birth, so they’re calmer, their stress levels much lower. They’ve got a pretty relaxed life, and that’s exactly what he wants.

“You used to be louder than that,” he overhears Henry tell Ada from behind him.

“I was not,” she protests.

Killian laughs to himself before rising from the couch and moving to stand in front of Emma, motioning for her to hand him Nate. She does, passing him off with a smile before she settles down in the armchair, curling her legs up underneath her as she takes a bite out of her sandwich.

“Now, Nate,” he says, swaying his hips from side to side and poking his son’s nose, “there is a secret to dancing. Sometimes you can be silly and move your arms and your bottom however you want, but then other times there’s a specific flow of how to dance. Your mum is a natural at dancing, but I believe that’s because she picked a partner who knew what he was doing.”

“You’re full of yourself.”

“No, no, I am not.” Nate babbles at him before reaching up to grab at his face, his little smile so happy when he was red faced moments ago. “You see, I used to have to go to military balls, my boy, and one time I had the pleasure of dancing with your mother. She nearly stepped on my toes, but I made sure that she didn’t. It was all very romantic.”

“We weren’t even dating at the time.”

He winks at Emma. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t think it was romantic.”

He keeps moving around with Nate while Emma eats, trying to keep him occupied. He’s attached to Emma, is always wanting to be with her, so it’s always a bit of a bonus for Nathan to be so happy when Killian’s playing with him and Emma’s just a few feet away. Ada joins in, deciding she wants to dance too, and while Henry doesn’t really have any interest, he settles down on the couch until Emma pulls him up and forces him to join her. He’s reluctant about it, but he does it.

Eventually they all get tired out, so Emma closes the curtains and turns on a movie, letting Nathan sleep on her chest and Ada nap at her side while he and Henry debate if Spiderman or Batman would be better at saving the town if they were to ever come under any danger. Henry has had to grow up quickly because of the circumstances of his life, but it’s comforting for him to get to have these little conversations about something as inconsequential as superheroes.

(Spiderman would definitely be better.)

The rest of their day is spent lazily, only getting up to eat or use the restroom, and by the time night falls, they’ve got Ada and Nathan sleeping and Henry settled in his room reading one of his books with the promise to turn off the lights before ten. He knows it won’t happen, but he can hope.

Walking through their bedroom, he makes his way to the bathroom where Emma is standing in front of the mirror spraying something in her hair before she attempts to brush out the tangled curls. He knows it’s not fun because he did the same for Ada after taking her braids out, and it was a mess. When she curses under her breath at a knot, he steps forward until he’s swaying into her space and pressing their bodies together while his hands press up under her shirt to splay over her stomach, her skin warm from the sun she got this morning.

“Hi,” he whispers before dragging his lips across her neck, tasting the salt that still remains on her skin as she leans back into him. There will never be a more beautiful, loving woman, and he’s grateful that she’s his every day.

“Hi.”

“The kids are asleep.”

“That tends to happen at night.”

He hums in agreement before pressing another kiss to her neck as his hands wander up her stomach to her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples while Emma arches her back into him. “You know what else tends to happen at night?”

“Late night talk shows.”

“Tease,” he laughs, stopping his ministrations and resting his chin on her shoulder so that he can look at the two of them in the mirror. His eyes are immediately drawn to the little bit of gray peppering in his hair, just at the temple, and as much as Emma tells him that he’s beginning to be her silver fox, he’s not overly fond of this proof of aging, especially when his wife and his children are still so young and vibrant. “Today was a good day.”

“It was,” Emma agrees, reaching her hand up to scratch at the back of his head that sends shivers down his spine. “I wish you had off of work more often during the summers so we could have days like this.”

“It’s my busy season.”

“I know, I know. I like eating too much for us not to have jobs.”

“And the roof over our head.”

“Yeah, that too,” she chuckles before she manages to grab the corner of his lips with hers. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll come to bed, okay?”

“I like that plan.”

He lets Emma brush through her hair and wash her face while he brushes his teeth and washes his own face, slipping out of his sweats so that he’s only wearing his boxers before leaving the bathroom and moving to settle down under the plush white comforter in their bedroom. It’s still early enough for them not to be in bed, and he knows that he has laundry to do, but he’ll let that slide until tomorrow. It takes him a few minutes to find something on television to watch, settling on reruns of Seinfeld, and Emma joins him, laying her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his stomach while he plays with her untangled hair as they sit in silence for a few minutes, the lights on the screen flickering in the dim lights of the room.

“We need to get Henry packed for his camp tomorrow. And Ada has a gymnastics class at the same time that I need to be dropping Henry off.”

“I can take Ada. I don’t have to be at work until ten on Monday.”

“That works for me, but don’t forget her - ”

“Scrunchie. Aye, I know, love,” he promises, dipping his head down to kiss the top of Emma’s hair. “I know how she absolutely has to have her hair done. She’s a particular lass.”

“I wonder where she gets that from.”

“Obviously not me.”

Emma pats his stomach and turns her head to kiss his chest. “Sure, babe. You’re never particular about anything.”

“Never.”

His hand travels down her back to run over her ass, lightly teasing the firm skin before he drags his fingers back up, scratching at her skin. He doesn’t have any devious intent, simply moving his hand up and down Emma’s body because it’s relaxing to her in the times when he’s not riling her up. And if it happens to bring a little energy back to them as they’re half asleep.

“You know, Mrs. Jones, I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s never a good thing.”

“It is at least one out of every ten times.”

“That’s debatable.”

“Anyways,” he laughs, cupping her chin and tilting her head up so that his thumb rubs over the indent in her chin and he can look into her eyes, “I was thinking that it’s such a shame that I never did get to take you as my date to one of the military balls we attended. We could have gotten dressed up, danced all night until you had me carrying your shoes because your feet hurt. You deserve nights like that.”

“Killian, we got married in my mom’s living room when we could have had a big party wearing nice clothes where we danced all night and got drunk off our asses. I don’t...it would have been great to get to go to those balls together, to have the fancy nights out, but I don’t need any of that. It’s so much better for you and me to do stupid dances in the living room with our kids. I couldn’t ask for more because I love you, and I’m happy.”

He dips his head to slide his lips over hers, quick and warm and insistent, but he likes it most of all because he can feel her smile mixed in with his.

“My love, your happiness is all I desire.”

“Same.”

“That’s not quite as eloquent.”

“Yeah, well, eloquence was never in the deal when you signed up for this package.”

He smiles at her, pressing forward to kiss her one more time as their noses brush together. “I’m more than good with that.”

#rising from the ashes #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan

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Get Away

Wow has it been forever. I tried to get back into some writing and this isn’t my finest work but that’s what happens when you don’t write in forever! I’ve missed you all and hope this will help get the creative juices flowing. No promises on when I’ll post more frequently but I hope you enjoy. Feedback much appreciated as always! Thank you all for being amazing as always! Love you! (This imagine is all cringe mushy gushy lovey dovey stuff!)

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Some mornings you wake up with an urge to do anything and everything. Determined to defeat all purpose of daily life and what is expected. Driven to sacrifice all that you wake up for and just once play hooky. Today is the day they forget the world exists.

It’s Sunday, yet barely Sunday. The sun has yet to rise. The moon still shines bright and the sound of crickets fills the night in song. Inside it’s warm. She’s cuddled into his side, breathing faintly into his neck. He’s awake, gently stroking her hair with the tips of his fingers. Something inside of him wants her all to himself today. The world cannot have any of her today.

He’s driven to give her everything he can. Let’s get away he thinks to himself. Let’s get away right now. And it’s as if she reads his mind in her slumber. She moves against him, her hold around his torso wearing off. Her lips press to the neck if his skin. His free arm wraps around one of her thighs and she breath the feeling of her lashes fluttering against his skin.

“Are you alright?” She whispers faintly waiting for his answer. He’s quiet and she focuses on his breathing trying to keep her eyes open. The sensation of his fingers in her hair soothes her like a lullaby.

She’s tracing patterns on his bare skin, her finger rising and falling at his every breath. “Ethan ...” she whispers again, just loud enough over the crickets.

He smiles to himself, wide awake and ready to drive away. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s just get out of here”. She doesn’t hesitate to lift herself up, surprising him with a firm kiss to his lips. When she pulls back she’s got a soft smile on her face. “We better hurry”

Within minutes they’ve thrown clothes, toiletries and other miscellanies objects into their bags and dressed ready to go. They’ve presumed it’ll be a warm day. He’s got on a pair of jeans and shirt. And she’s wearing his favourite little white flowy dress, the one thats been worn far too often but holds a special place in his heart. She slips into sandals, throwing her hair quickly behind her ears. Scanning the room they search for anything they might have missed, but they soon realize it doesn’t matter. They just want to get away.

They’re the only ones up at the early hour. The sun is slowly making its way up and the crickets have quieted down. The Chevy pickup roars to life, and she’s already got her feet up on the dashboard. She’s got a map in her hands and a pencil in between her teeth. The look of deep concentration on her face as her pretty orbs scan over spots they circled in the past for adventures they’ve awaited to pursue.

Windows are down. The radio plays soft tunes of songs they’ve woken up to, made love to, and sang on foreign adventures. He’s slowly driving down the main road, every so often watching her. She mumbles to herself, making a list of pros and cons as she always does. She’s so damn smart he thinks to himself.

When he pulls up to a red light she’s emitted a sound of satisfaction. “The cabin” her face gleams and he wants to kiss her right there and right now. “Let’s go to the cabin” He nods in agreement, a smirk on his face as he leans over the console planting a soft kiss to her lips.

“Eyes on the road my love” she teases sinking further into her seat with pink cheeks. He clicks his tongue continuing on down paths he’s recognized all to well.

The drive has been quiet so far, small talk of the nature they’ve seen, the songs they’ve heard and the frequent glances to one another they’ve caught red handed. Her legs haven’t moved from the dashboard and her dress has risen up but she’s far to innocent to notice. He’s smitten, the dress sits just far enough revealing only skin and he doesn’t tell her anything. She’s far too infatuated with what’s before her. And he wouldn’t have I any other way.

They pull over for a stretch and some breakfast. The sound of her stomach growling and the explosion of giggles that proceeded it from within her sends his heart fluttering. They jump out of the truck and onto concrete. The pit stop is empty for a few truck drivers and a small family of four.

She absently reaches for his hands and when they join they stretch their arms till they’re on their heels. He’s relieved to stand and with an arm around her shoulders they proceed to a small diner for a quick breakfast and then it’s back to the road.

For breakfast they feast on pancakes and coffee. Secluded in the back of their pickup they watch the sunrise close to one another’s side. It smells like dew and maple syrup. They come up with ideas of what they’ll do for the day. Lunch by the lake. Flower fields and flower picking. Reading to him by the campfire. Endless talks on the couch with the fireplace keeping them warm. And whatever else more.

When it’s time to go back on the road the sun has fully risen, and she adores the way it gleams down on him. His dark hair seem a dark brown and she imagines his hazel eyes glowing under the sunglasses. She loves the way he drums along to the song playing.

Her hair flourishes with the wind. She doesn’t seem to mind because she’s far to deep into her book. Her legs are crossed beneath her and she’s wearing her favourite jean jacket to keep her warm. He awaits the minute her sunglasses will fall back before her eyes. Currently they sit atop on her head, holding back hair threatening to fall before her face with the wind.

“We’re a couple minutes away” he announces as they pull up to a red light. They’ve been on off roads with no one around and lights are scarce. He chuckle to himself because she doesn’t hear. Completely tuned into the work of The Great Gatsby. He resorts to keeping it that way, far to infatuated by her concentration.

“Want me to drive?” She asks as he pulls over for another stretch. He rests his head against her shoulder and her fingers gently wisp through his hair. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before responding with a mumble. After allowing him time to stretch she’s in the drivers seat. Always a little to short she’s perched up, leaning slightly forward. Her sunglasses remain where they were minutes ago, and the last thing he see’s before he drifts off to sleep is her smiling at him telling him “I love you babe”

“Eth! Ethan! Get up sleepy head we’re here!” When he opens his eyes he’s met with her figure outside his door, gently shaking his shoulder. She smiles in content and rests her head on her arms folded on the open window. “Hello sleeping beauty.” She raises her eyebrows in amusement and he can’t help but laugh. “Now are you going to get out or not Eth?” She teases, before running off into the field of flowers.

Her jean jackets is falling off her shoulders. The sunglasses still sit on the top of her head, and when she looks up towards the sun she looks heavenly. Breathing in the pungent flavours of nature’s greatest beauty he’s mesmerized at how glorious she is. Sun paints her skin in gold. Like a layer of paint. Her eyes are shut and she’s breathing, breathing it all in. Alive and well. Never felt better.

He pulls his shirt over his head allowing the heat to sink into to his skin. He makes his way to where she stands and looks far out to where the flowers in a scatter of colours never seem to end. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” She asks, a wide smile on her face. He chuckles, infatuated with how happy flowers make her. Her tips her glasses down before eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. “Very”

Soon they’re sitting in their Chevy. Her jean jacket lays in the back discarded. His shirt beside it. They’ve got all the doors wide open. He’s seats pushed all the way back and she’s seating in his lap. Her legs hug his torso, and she’s mumbling sweet nothings as she makes him a flower crown. He watches her face intently, holding waist gently. His lips is filled with golden flowers and she’s picking off the tiny beauties, dropping their stems outside. Carefully and with every detail she places flowers into his hair, the soft tendrils enlightened with golden hues.

She giggles when she’s done pleased with her work. She hands him another flower still on its stem. Confused he takes it, careful not to move as she reaches over to pull out a Polaroid camera stored under the passenger seat.

“Smile in 3 ... 2 ... 1”

Catching him off guard he opts to place the flower between his teeth, a foolish half smirk on his face and eyes crinkled. The photograph comes out and she shakes it to reveal his reflection. She laughs amused and he can’t help but agree. “What a babe” she mutters before pulling him closer to her. “My babe” she mutters in between kisses. The flowers fall from his head. Her dress slouches from her body and there’s nothing more than he desires in this moment to feel every inch of her skin, painted with the yellow sun and smell of dew.

The cabin is warm. Smells of fire wood and honey. They place their luggage in their bedroom and she’s already hungry for a new adventure. Quickly they pack a lunch and she’s rushing him out the door. To the lake they go.

The walks hand in hand talking of the past , present and future. Nothing can seem to spoil their day today. Nothing else exists except for them. For lunch they enjoy sparkling apple cider and an arrangement of cheese and grapes. She’s made her infamous grilled cheese sandwiches, he eats two with content. Like children they play to see who can catch the most grapes in their mouth. To his surprise she wins. After it’s a game of tag.

They run barefoot. The grass is slightly wet, and it prickles their toes. It doesn’t matter though because he’s it, and she’s running for her dear life. The air fills with their cheerful laughter and playful threats. When he catches her he can’t help but hold on. And for a while they watch the water, his head on her shoulder. Arms wrapped around her and her hands resting atop his.

It’s almost dark when she pulls out her copy of The Great Gatsby. They sit together on the couch. He’s laid down, his head resting on her lap. And he closes his eyes as she reads, her voice like a song. And every so often she trails her finger through his hair and everything is perfect.

She doesn’t realize how long she’s been reading for and it’s dark out. Sighing she glances down to her lover who’s fallen asleep. He seems so peaceful she doesn’t have the heart to wake him but she knows he must get to bed. Gently she leans down and plants kisses all over his face. He wakes with a smile before grabbing her cheeks and planing a firm one to her lips.

“Didn’t know Gatsby bore you this much” she teases as he gets up. He can’t help but laugh, leaning his head back on the couch as she smiles at him eyebrows raised. “I was just comfy” he retorts. “You should sleep Eth, you’re exhausted” her voice is laced with concern and she rubs the back of her hand softly against his cheek.

He responds with a disapproving look. “Not at all. I’ve got a surprise for you” she’s smiling now, putting her book to the side as she sits on her knees facing him. “Are you being serious?” She asks. He smirks and can’t help but rush her out. “I’ll meet you on the balcony in 40 minutes. Go to our room and open the closet. I’ve got something there for you” before she can respond he’s up rushing towards the kitchen.

When she arrives in the room and opens the closet a beautiful dress awaits. It’s a pale pink. Thin straps, three little buttons on the front and the most delicate of flows on the bottom. Her hands run over the fabric and she almost misses the pair of nude heels sitting below the hanging dress. Whatever he’s got planned she’ll go with it. Because there’s no stopping Ethan.

After bathing and combing out her hair she’s in the dress and the heels. The slightest of makeup to enhance her features and a soft pink lip. She admires her reflection in the mirror. She feels beautiful. She hears him call her name, and she knows it’s time. One last glance in the mirror and she’s out the bedroom door.

Upon arriving to the balcony, which is lit with hanging lights, she gasps as he waits by a small table arranged with a delicious dinner. “I hope you don’t mind another round of grilled cheese” he smiles at her and she shakes her head smiling at him. “My goodness Ethan ... this is perfect” she’s breathless as he walks towards her dressed in a white dress shirt and black formal jeans. He spins her and take her all in. “Beautiful” he breaths out as he leans in to kiss her. She tastes like her lipstick and apple cider. And she smells like her perfume.

As they enjoy grilled cheese and another round of apply cider the moon shines bright. The night is warm and quiet. After dinner they proceed hand in hand to a log and soon he’s started a fire. He wraps himself and herself in a warm blanket. Together they prepare and eat s’mores. All throughout their meal kissing, laughing, and talking of whatever and ever they can think of.

Soon they’re dancing under the porch lights, swaying together with music playing from his Chevy. He sings to her softly. She listens to his voice and the way his heart beat is loud in her ear. They hold each other close. And when the song ends he slowly backs her up against his truck. Her cheeks turn crimson, dark enough that he can make it out with the bare light they’ve got. Admiring her he wants this to never end. Her breath hitches in her throat as he leans down and kisses her. She reciprocates. Their lips mould into one and they kiss like it’s the last time. The song starts again, but they don’t dance they just kiss.

He sits in bed with nothing but his trousers. His head rests against the headboard and his eyes closed. The bedroom is warm and smells of her perfume. When she opens the bathroom door he doesn’t open his eyes. So she takes it upon herself.

Feeling exhilarated and curious she carefully makes her way across the room. Swiftly she blows out the candles farther to their bed and soon she’s at the bed side. With ease she lifts one leg at a time and soon she’s sitting in his lap. He opens his eyes in surprise.

She sits before him bare faced, wearing his dress shirt and her soft naked legs wrapped around him, knees sinking into the mattress. He knows the look in her eyes, innocebt yet fierce, and he’s not one to stop her. “What are you up to babe?” He can’t help but tease, because he loves the way her cheeks burn red and her eyes fart anywhere but to meet his. He smirks in content and reaches out to grab her waist and hold her in place when she’s ready to remove herself off him. He leans in closer his forehead meeting hers. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he watches her lips curl into a smile.

She leans in and kisses him softly. He’s gentle with her. Her dainty hands roam his muscular arms. As the kiss intensifies he’s find his hands under her knees hoisting her up. She pulls away and is pleased with the look of dissatisfaction from his face. “Patience Eth patience” she teases. He gulps letting his head rest back against the head board when she bites her lip.

Hesitantly her digits work through the buttons of his shirt she’s got on. He bring out his hands to the collar when she reaches the last one and swiftly he pulls down the shirt. She reveals to him lacey undergarment. He has to catch his breath, and he’s stunned. Pretty in pink she is. His eyes skin her over countless times filled with immense love and admiration for the girl he calls mine. They’re lips meet again, the shirt hanging at her elbows. Soon it’s on the ground and she emits sounds of pleasure as the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against the skin on her inner thighs.

She loves the way his lips feel against her neck. She loves the way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear. She loves the way blood rushes to her head every time he bites her lip. Eventually she’s beneath him allowing him to kiss every inch of exposed skin. She crumples the silk sheets within her own hands as his lips near her own lotus. One last kiss to her inner thigh and their eyes meet again. His hips gently push against her as is she’s glass. Her nails delicately scratch his back and he can’t help but love the way her mouth emits mellifluous sounds. With ease he boosts her up, his legs off the bed feet firmly on the ground and her legs wrapped around him. His bites the softest spot on her neck sending a wave of warmth through her.

“Ethan” she breathes out before he unclamps the lacey garment off her sternum. He pulls away from her neck. He examines her kiss swollen lips. Her burning cheeks and passion filled eyes.

He nods at her to encourage her to go on, his hands supporting her back. She gently hold his cheeks. “I don’t want to go back” she whispers. “I want to stay here with you forever” he smiles at her words.

“I can’t keep you here forever babe” he whispers back, gently placing a kiss to her lips. She hums in response searching for an answer she would like to hear.

“But I can take you away for a little while” and with that her back meets the mattress , their bodies mergee into one, silk feels like milk against the bare skins, and for a little while longer it’s just him and her. Her and him. The world doesn’t exist.

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CoS - Chap 14 “A sky full of stars (but you are the only light I see)“

Summary: <<he asked whether it is a date and Logan is pulling the "i am hereby asking for your consent to call this meeting a date - in the romantic sense" card>>

TW: crying, drama (bit), panic, gay gay gay shit, stargazing, soft stuff, sappy logan, past abuse, trauma mention, talks of past abandonment, mentions of past cheating, mentions of trust issues, mentions of violence, empty threats, weapon mention, stabby threat mention, dry humour, mentions of arson, demiboy virgil, thoughts of being broken, questioning (logan and Virgil).

The drama is short and necessary for HURT AND COMFORT

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Story under the cut: (Wordcount: ~4,7k)

“Ri, please. I will be home in time, I promise.”

Virgil pushed the cup of coffee closer to Remy in an attempt to appeal to him and somewhat sweeten the deal. The elder sibling eyed the offer with suspicion. Maybe the coffee was not poisoned but Remy might as well treat it as if.

“Alright, alright. Just .. please be here around midnight? I want to be with you when the next day starts. Just this one thing?”

Virgil jumped up and emitted a loud squeal.

“Thanks!!”

Their dark eyes sparkled with warmth. In no time, Remy was met with a bundle of Virgil in his arms and he giggled.

“Now now, what is going on with you?”

He chuckled. His hands brushed through Virgil’s dyed hair.

“Logan asked me out! We will do things tonight!”

They giggled more and snuggled up to their sibling with an energetic smile on their lips.

“Logan? Library kid Logan? I think you told me about him.”

Remy hummed in thought, still carding his fingers through Virgil’s messy hair.

“V, do you feel ready to date already? I don’t mind if you do. I will support you, no matter what.”

Virgil pursed their lips and shrugged.

They wanted to nod but their head did not want to comply.

“I.. I want to try it. I can, um.. I can tell him I don’t want to go further. At least now. I - I don’t know. I really like him. I like him like I like Dee, you know?”

Remy nodded sagely and patted their head in support.

“It’s okay. I don’t wanna roast you about this, anyway. You learned enough in life and if you want advice, I am here for you. I am your wise sibling after all!”

He smirked.

Virgil groaned and leaned away.

“Ewww, don’t do that! You’re just old, Ri!”

Virgil jumped up again and skipped away.

“I need to, like, fucking dress up and shit!”

Remy’s laughter echoed through the rooms.

“Stop laughing you jerk!”, Virgil yelled back from afar, their hurried steps echoing in Remy’s head. He smiled at the rapidly shifting figure.

Once they were in the bathroom to take a shower,, or whatever Virgil did in there, then in their room, in Remy’s room to probably steal clothes, then in the bathroom again.

Virgil seemed to be seconds away from prom.

Speaking of which, Remy thought they never really had a real prom.

He got up to make a small meal for his dramatic kid sibling. They might be about to become a legal adult - one who could drink alcohol, too, not just sign contracts - but they were still such a young baby to him.

Probably, Remy would always see the neonate in Virgil he had been marked with when they “met” for the first time.

He pressed his lips together. He frowned at the toast he prepared.

The professor actually sounded like a suburban supermom who could not cope with the idea of their kid growing up or whatever.

Not that he could cope with it but still.

“Riiii, I am stealing your jeans!”

The addressed adult snorted as soon as he heard it. It took him a moment to compose himself and gain enough breath as he dissolved into the tickling giggles and the light-hearted sensation of situational comedy.

His mouth gasped for breath and sucked in the sweet sweet oxygen so he could laugh even more.

Once he had calmed down, he sighed and put the sandwich together with cheese and put it into a pan to grill it because Virgil liked this kinda stuff. Remy at least gave the kid some fresh fruits too. He glanced at the little bowl of fruit salad he had made earlier.

Yeah, he was not feeding the kid purely bullshit food or anything. He was not a dummy neglectful idiot.

He was supportive. So he would not laugh and go be a supportive sibling.

“Sure, just turn up the legs, so you don’t fall over or walk on them. I want my pants back as they were - please don’t cut them, I will eat your hair dye.”

Virgil passed him in the kitchen.

They were so fast, Remy did not even have the time to turn around to properly look at them.

He flipped the sandwich in the pan, letting the heat sizzle and seize the cooler piece of white bread.

“Yeah, sure, like you would know”

They stuck out their tongue and Remy half-heartedly glanced at them with no fire in his amused eyes.

He did not have it in his heart to poke fun at Virgil when he knew they could boil over at any moment, considering they were probably anxious about this date thing. Well, Remy assumed this but with Virgil tugging at their sleeves and looking at their hands as they sat there in the most oversized clothes that looked punk yet comfortable enough to hide them away.

Honestly, they were a walking fabric storage.

The ripped black jeans were too big and gave them an odd artisan air. Virgil also wore a black dress shirt that looked big enough to accommodate the siblings together. It was kept together by their tie with was loosely tied around their neck and had black and red stripes with little metal chains closer to the tip.

They were shiny and silverish.

As always, Virgil had their black and purple, stitched-up mess of a jacket on that served as a mobile cave for them to retreat to.

They had their piercings on as well. Black rings around their lips, purple gauges in their lobes, one gauge each ear. These were hollow inside but one could barely see through them. One of them had a thin, golden hoop through it and the rest were regular piercings: simple golden studs in line with their naturally warm skin tone.

They were everyone’s emo nightmare and Remy appreciated it.

“You look great, kid,”

Virgil rose their eyes to look at Remy for just a moment before tearing their gaze away and back onto their fidgeting fingers.

An audible sigh could be heard. It was short, void of breath, if that made any sense. Almost as if they were physically exhausted from running a long distance without break. Sprinting, perhaps.

“Oh, Virgil. What is wrong? Who do I need to beat up because I am strong and taller than you and I will take a bitch!”

Remy flicked his wrist majestically, slowly and ever so dramatically to reveal one single finger sticking out among all other peasant fingers bowing to the Queen of Middle Fingers.

“I can and will fuck up a bitch because there is no bitch meaner than me.”

The punk looked at him, eyes weirdly distant. It slowly faded into something like a glare rather than an empty stare into nothingness.

“If you get arrested for some shit, you would just, like, get your teaching license revoked or something. Sounds like bullshit to me, to be honest.”

A grin appeared on their lips, it flinched onto them but disappeared as fast as it came up.

“No, it is okay. It.. just... Anxious and all”, Virgil admitted in a tired voice. They sounded as if energy was lacking but jumped into a rash and pumped up statement after just one moment of pause, “and before you ask, yes, I went to therapy - remember? I texted you and brought you coffee from there.”

Remy nodded carefully and shut the stove before moving over to approach Virgil. The air smelled of salty cheese and it was as alluring as it was sickening but Virgil was not sure which feeling was overpowering at this moment.

They nodded and patted the table. Remy nodded back and gave a small smile in appreciation as he sat down with Virgil, keeping his respectful distance.

“I am scared, um.. just.. anxiety bullshit - not that I am, you know. It is just irrational. Logan is not like this, is not like,, like him, like Nate. Fuck Nate. Logan is not even into chicks, I think. I don’t.. I don’t know, you know? I don’t even know this about him and I am trying to date him and I slept in his bed. Ri, we fucking shared a bed and I don’t even know whether he would cheat on me!”

Something in Remy’s face changed when Virgil spat out the last part, voice getting red and hot in all-consuming anger and.. betrayal.

They hugged themself and buried their head between their knees.

“Breathe, please. Are you with me?”

Virgil shrugged but silently breathed instead of getting further into the conversation. Numbers were counted slowly, it felt like a dragging of time and it was a never-ending burn in their lungs. Their sibling patiently moved closer to hug them and Virgil cuddled up to his chest.

“I am.. I am being irrational. I know I .. I don’t know all about him but neither does he about me and that is okay because it is just dating and I am not obliged to do anything. I-it feels nice to think about being with him and to be with him and if he gives me red flags, I will shoot him down. I just don’t think he would.”

Virgil sighed, looking at their hands again.

“I.. I am doing the right thing. He agreed and we will just have some fun doing dumb things and such. No obligations, no relationship, no stupid cheating.”

They got up and sighed again.

“I, um, smell food..? Please tell me you are gonna feed me, I am a beast when hungry.”

Remy chuckled.

“Get a snickers, you hoe”

Their shoulders trembled as they silently snickered.

“You should eat one. I can bring you disgusting fast food when I come back. Hot cakes?”

Virgil got their hands onto the plate and plopped the toast onto it in silence. They squipped in happiness and got some cutlery.

“I will eat everything you have, Ri, just you wait”, they promised with a sense of playful threat. They settled on their chair, silverware clattering as they dropped it onto the wooden table.

In seconds, the toast stuffed their mouth completely and effectively prevented them from communicating any more comprehensive speech.

“Jwuft fwuh wayt!”

Not that they did not try it anyway. No mortal piece of bread would be able to withstand their sheer will to fucking do it because they could and were not supposed to.

Remy rolled his eyes at the performance.

“Yeah yeah, keep going with your threats. But thanks, I don’t need hotcakes.”

The smaller sibling nodded.

Remy licked his lips seriously. The air changed from a light-hearted playfullness to another shade of depth once more.

“You can text me”, he took a small break to smack his lips. Virgil looked up at him in an unidentifiable mixture of feelings. “if you feel anxious, that is. I will get to you in an instant if you even have a remotely bad feeling. If your friend, date dude or whatever hot bitch you are excited about, is as kind as you perceive him to be, he will understand anything that will come up even if he does not expect it.”

Virgil cronched the toast loudly and hummed.

“Being close to you is about being able to be spontaneous and patient. You know what you need and you know not every person is ready to be this patient and kind. That is okay.”

Their shoulders slouched but they nodded dejectedly. This was like reading the same story over and over but it still affected them every time they got to its synopsis.

“ “m nutt yur problm”, they mumbled in reply and curled up on their chair, still chewing. Remy smiled and nodded sympathetically, his heart on his tongue.

“You are not a problem at all, my heart. You are a stubborn little fuck and you just refuse to die and we will drink on that - as people who refuse to fucking die at all.”

“Evwer!”

Virgil swallowed and grinned at Remy, hands suddenly full of energy as they dynamically scooped up the trophy that was a bit of fruit salad.

“Do I at least look hot? Because I gotta have to blow a nerd off his socks tonight and I wanna do a great job at it. Skirt too much?”

Remy chuckled but shrugged.

“I like you dressed this way or in anything else you feel comfortable in. You definitely are staying true to your aesthetics. You and your date will steal for the homeless, I see?”

The smaller sibling got up to put the dishes into the dishwasher. Their fingers trailed over the machine for a moment as they got lost in thoughts for a bit. Just a moment.

Their phone rang again.

Oh, yes. The alarm.

“Imma get going. I will steal your keys and a hot fucker’s heart.”

The keys fell against one another, creating the sweet melody of arrival and departure, endings and beginnings.

Remy looked after them, a little bitterness weighing their smile down.

Well, it was time to make a cake and wait for Virgil to come back. It would just be a few hours.

***

Virgil slowly walked the last few meters to the door Logan had told them to go to. It was a weird feeling to be visiting the university so late at night. They had not even noticed this had been Logan’s intended meet-up point but once they had closed in, they started growing suspicious.

The science building was not exactly the place they would usually hang around but alas, it was time to test the waters and get into new things and just dare stuff again, right? Life was about daring new stuff all the time and just going a bit further again and again.

Their right hand formed a fist around their phone. The display kept shining into the night, showing them the room number they had sent Remy. The chat was open and they would be able to call or text him within moments, if need be.

The fingers were ready for everything.

They stopped at the door, eyes glancing over the screen to check the number.

Yeah, seemed about right.

Their left hand rose to form a fist and knock the tall door.

Within less than a second, the door swung open and Logan stood in front of Virgil, towering over them.

He.. he looked special this day. No tie, no pretty shoes. He was in a comfortable set of pants, a loose band shirt of Bunny Smashskull with the eye strain of their neon logo version. Even the shoes were just regular old shoes, sports shoes - they looked and worn yet rather comfortable.

Virgil was nearly leaning against his chest. They were so close..

“L-Logan-”

DAMN IT. They had not been ready for this, apparently!

Well - STOP THE STUTTER! WE ARE ALL GAY HERE, TIME TO STAND UP AND BE A REAL GAY HOE!

….go get him, tiger.

Ew, no, Virgil. You are not a tiger, you are a tiny human and you will go get a Logan-date. Uh, like.. wow, Virgil. Just be a normal dude and be .. you… who is not normal.

Hey wait, is that dude talking? Fuck, fuck, talk to him!

By the time Virgil caught themself again, Logan’s lips were moving and they did not listen at all. They shifted from leg to leg and coughed into their elbow awkwardly.

“Uh- Log, I .. I did gay-out for a sec. Wha’did ya say?”

Logan smiled and nodded. One of his hands moved away from the door handle after a last squeeze and instead closed in on Virgil.

They flinched, staring at the intruder.

He only offered to take their hand. Just a hand. Nothing else.

Virgil’s heart was beating fast.

“I was just saying you are stunning as always, Virgil, if not more so.”

Logan cleared his throat. The smaller of the two gave themself a last mental pep talk before brushing over the insider of Logan’s warm, big hands. The upside of their fingernails scratched against his palm, starting from the naturally caved-in middle and slowly tracing over the Logan’s fingers until they reached his nails.

They swallowed and looked up at Logan, fingers stretched out, still. Then, they slowly crooked them to wrap them around Logan’s patient hand.

His face lit up like turned-on fairy lights at the gesture. Instinctively, he squeezed.

If anyone else had been there, Logan could never pretend to not care about feelings-y things and interpersonal relationships. The smile on his bright, vivid face was significant and it changed everything Virgil had ever seen about him.

Their right hand was still clutching their phone, ready to call Remy.

They let go and followed Logan inside, a smile mirroring the taller man.

Now, their heart was beating for a whole other reason.

Panic was only a nightmare in this room.

“Let us watch the stars again”

Logan tugged the smaller emo along, fingers entangled. Hearts beat together like in a drum circle, forming one rhythm and one string of melody.

When they came to a stop, Virgil took in the room properly.

The older of the two looked at Virgil, blocking their view.

“Huh? Whaddup, Log?”

“Can you trust me enough to close your eyes right now?”

Their right flinched a bit.

Logan was too observant of a person to miss even a single bit of detail about his date, especially. They shrugged.

“If you scare me, I might break your nose or stab you. You have been warned.”

Logan shrugged as well.

Apparently, he cared about the lights more than his ribs but who was there to blame him? For him it was a matter of hurt or Virgil and he was more than willing to take a risk for them.

Virgil was not drunk, was not stupid. They were broken and confused and always scared, vigilant and ready to fight. They were feral.

But they were also just a simple person, wanting love, wanting to be surprised and be courted.

Eye lids shut down, heavy and trusting.

His arm rose, one knuckle extended just enough to brush over the light switch and nudge it barely yes just so much, it moved and the light was gone.

“Thanks. You can open them again.”

His voice was low, low like the light in the room. They dimmed down together. When Virgil opened their eyes, the world of little like lights and soft atmosphere was opened up to them. The room, the machines and walls, everything, even they and Logan were immersed in the lights of a thousand stars. They were a part of the universe, they were right in it and surrounded by nothing but the darkness of the night and the light of life.

“...w-wow.”

They muttered, barely audible.

To be honest, they literally had no more breath. It was away, taken and forever with the stars only. They would not get it back but it was okay. It was an exchange.

Virgil got to stand amidst the myriad of lights in the vast darkness of the universe and they paid the tribute with their own breath.

Just like it would be if they were in outer space for real.

“Let us watch the stars we are standing in, Virgil. I want to watch the stars with you.”

The two laid down and stayed quiet and just relished in the view, in the feeling, in being together.

They were lost but did not need to be found.

After a while, Virgil spoke up.

Their voice was timid before the stars and planets of the universe.

“I am sorry about being a little shit last morning. I just.. this was not about you at all and I did not mean to and I know you said it is okay but it is never okay to be shit to someone, even if you have a reason. It is just not an excuse and I was being shitty to you for nothing you did. I just .. I can’t talk to you without feeling guilty and bad, so I got upset.”

Logan was silent as Virgil squeezed their eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“I know you only want to assure I am fine because you are worried and that is cool, it is.. it is nice to be cared for, cared about.. it is just still a bit new to me and such a weird concept. The fact you guys took me in within a moment of just.. seeing me? That is so nice and I cannot understand how complete strangers, new people in my life just become friends this loyal and -and kind.”

Their voice broke. This time, they broke out into sobbing. Instinctively, Logan wrapped his arms around them and hugged them close.

Virgil hid their sloppy self in Logan’s chest. They hugged back with a passion while the taller one had expected a slower and more anxious reaction. The young adults melted into the universe, the the stars and the light of each other.

“It is okay”, Logan murmured into their hair, “it is okay. It is over now. We care about you. We will continue to care about you, even much later in life. Even if things go wrong. You still deserve a nice life and kind people and every bit of love you can handle or have to learn how to handle.”

A torn cluster of giggles worked through their sobs.

The waterfall of tears started flowing harder, wetting the band logo of their beloved band Bunny Smashskull.

“I-I’m sorry”, they cried, “ I.. I mean..”

They curled up against Logan, suddenly being nothing but a small and fragile being in the middle of the universe.

Lost.

No need to be found.

But still found and still appreciating it.

“Don’t be sorry for bad things and people happening to you. In life, people experience a lot of aversive events they would rather not witness yet sometimes we cannot do anything about it, especially in younger years of life. Aversive childhood experiences are actually not rare. Usually, everyone experiences at least a few of them. Your way and effectiveness in coping with it depends on your safety net and other positive or healthy experiences to build your self-esteem and other things among this.”

Virgil snuggled up to Logan and hummed over their sniffles and sobs.

“I .. I know.. I am coping now and h-ave, like, all this therapy stuff and crisis talks and all this shit with friends and all. It.. It is better but you know, like, a little more than one year ago I would get piss-drunk and set buildings on fire and break people’s noses and fuck shit up and be a whole fucking asshole and hack and fight and break any law I could find. Now I am.. so nice and stable..”

Virgil sighed and slowly wiped the tears away.

“I um.. I set something on fire while I was drunk and dumb, I did not mean to do it - anyway, I actually did a good job doing it. I have no regrets. Nobody was hurt but a fraud was uncovered in this whole mess.”

They shrugged.

“If you wanna ditch me, ditch me now, I mean.. I am giving you the official permission to throw me out of space-nirvana. Go, on.”

Virgil lightly pushed against his chest.

“I am not even sure what kinda sexuality I have. I am just saying gay because I don’t know what else to say and because I know I like dudes and I am not even a dude, like, not fully. I- I am a demiguy and I don’t even use he/him all the time, not even right now. I am a mess.”

The emo brushed through their hair and snorted.

“Forget it, you are... you are too good and prefect and great and nice for a messy arsonist and poly-amorous mess of imperfections and societal rejections.”

“Virgil”

They shook their head.

“No. No, it is okay. It is alright. I... I am sorry for just putting this on you all of a sudden and expect you to make a decision. Like, wow, way to be a dick. You are a nice dude, Log. Thank you for the date and the stars. This is the nicest date I ever had in my entire life.”

Their voice was warm with the wonders of the world.

Logan melted at the idea.

He carefully brushed over their jaw, still holding them loosely.

“I will love you, whether you are a man or not. I will love you now and later and when you dropped a book when I made an unfunny joke about chemistry and you laughed. You looked so happy. When you called me for help, you were shattered but you were still full of life and will to live. You met Patton and you two hugged. You never fail to surprise me with your talents. I never knew you were so clever and skilled you could hack, I never knew you fought the government. I never knew but I wish I will never stop to learn more about you.”

He licked his dry lips and glanced at their lips, at their eyes and pursed their own mouth, letting out a whispered “may I?”

His voice was soft. It was soft and Virgil blinked, smiled and stormed forward to experience soft lips. Lips softer than anything Virgil had ever felt before.

It touched them deep inside, brushed their heart, let their chest bloom and glow in feelings, in comfort.

They carefully leaned against Logan and closed the gap their stupid outburst had put between them. Within a fast heartbeat, they rolled over and straddled him.

Chests brushed against one another, pounding themselves into oblivion.

But together.

When Virgil pulled back, their lips were flushed and tingly from smooching so much. Even Logan’s usually pale face was tinted with rosy colours and warm tinges of affection and contentment. The two lazily smiled at one another.

“Consent is sexy, Log.”

Logan snorted, chuckled, laughed out loud and lost himself in the surge of dopamine. He threw his arms around Virgil and tugged them down so they could press their foreheads together and nudge each other’s nose as if it was the only way to communicate his intense feelings for them, the butterflies and glistening tears of happiness in his mortal body.

He was happy.

Really, Virgil seemed happy, too.

For the first time in forever, everything just seemed .. okay. The two knew they had found each other to be the thing they did not need but wanted so bad and deserved as much as any other great good in life.

They had.. arrived.

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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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Working On It - Part 5

Genre: Teacher!AU

Pairing: Brian (Day6) x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Oh, yeah, and I love you, Nothing’s Wrong

You would be lying if you said you slept soundly the night after your first date with Brian.

Not only were you anxious about this... thing you’d started with him, but you were incredibly nervous about telling Sammy. You really hadn’t been able to tell if he’d been okay or not okay with it when he’d brought up the idea of his English teacher liking you...

I mean, he had choked on his soda and said ‘Ew!’ when he’d thought your coffee date was a real date.

So that didn’t bode well.

But he’d also said Brian was “pretty cool.” Or maybe he’d said “kinda cool.” Either way, the word ‘cool’ had definitely left Sammy’s lips when he’d been describing his English teacher.

So that did bode well.

Maybe.

Okay, but let’s rewind and go back to the fact you were almost 100% positive you’d started a thing with Brian.

After just one date, you just had this feeling that things would work out. Maybe not in the long run because the happenings of the last six months had taught you not to plan too far into the future, but Brian was definitely going to become a part of your life. You just knew it, which was kind of strange since you’d never in your life just known something like this.

It should have scared you. And it kind of did, but the thought of being with Brian filled you more with contentment and excitement than it did with dread and anxiety.

When you woke up from your extremely restless sleep, you did what you always did - what everyone always did upon waking - you reached over to your nightstand and checked your phone.

And, lo and behold, there was a six-minute-old message from Brian.

The cheesiest grin pulled at your lips, and you snuggled into your pillow before typing out a reply.

When you saw Brian start typing, you figured he would ask what your plans were for the day. Or maybe he would ask about your second date.

Instead, you got this:

You could feel your cheeks warm instantly, and you pressed your lips together to keep from squealing like a smitten schoolgirl.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you simply sent back a heart emoji before forcing yourself to get out of bed. It was Saturday, after all, and Saturdays were now your cleaning day.

You and Sammy usually vacuumed and picked up your clutter and dusted and did laundry and all that fun kind of stuff. And, normally, you would wait until Sammy got home from his friend’s house to get started because he needed to learn responsibility (but also you just didn’t like cleaning, and you didn’t want to do everything by yourself). But today you figured you would let him off the hook.

Yes, it was because you wanted him to be in a good mood when you told him about you and Brian.

Apparently, you were not above a little bribery when it came to parenting.

By the time Sammy got home, basically the whole apartment was sparkling clean, and you had just gotten started on making lunch.

“Hey, Sammy Sam,” you greeted cheerfully, smiling over at him. “Have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Sam murmured as he closed the front door behind him. His eyes narrowed a bit as he began to go back to his room to put his duffel bag away. “Did you clean already?”

“I did,” you nodded. “I didn’t touch your room or laundry, though. That you have to do yourself.”

“Oh,” Sam replied with just a hint of surprise and happiness. “Thanks.”

He disappeared into his room for a minute, and when he came back out, he asked optimistically, “So, can I play video games for a little?”

“For a little, yes,” you agreed. “And then clean your room and start your laundry after lunch.”

“Thank you!” he beamed, shuffling joyfully over to the couch and hopping over the arm. “What are you making?”

“Grilled cheese --”

“And tomato soup,” Sam finished for you. “Can we have ice cream for dessert?”

“Sure!”

Sam let out a victorious whoop as he turned on his video game, and he glanced over at you curiously. “You’re in a good mood.”

“I am now that you’re back,” you said with a cheesy grin.

Sam simply rolled his eyes and suppressed a little smirk.

You heard the sounds of his video game, and you continued to butter the bread and stir the simmering tomato soup in the pot for a few minutes.

And then you swallowed your nerves and went for it.

“Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about,” you called out, glad to hear your voice wasn’t shaky.

“Hmm?”

“So... as it turns out... you were right.”

“Ha! I knew it,” Sam crowed. And then after a few moments, he added, “Right about what?”

“About... Mr. Kang.”

“What do you mean? That he’s a nerdy, old guy?”

“No!” you laughed. “That he likes me.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, and he paused his video game to look over at you fully. “What?”

“We -- we went out on a date last night,” you informed him, turning down the stove so the grilled cheese and soup wouldn’t burn. “I wasn’t going to tell you in case it didn’t go well, but it did, and now --”

“You’re dating my teacher?” Sam asked, his forehead wrinkling ever deeper. “Seriously?”

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it dating yet. We went on one date, and --”

“You’re going on another, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

You could hear a tinge of anger in his voice, so you tried to stay calm and reasonable, not wanting to escalate the situation.

“Because he’s a really great guy, Sammy,” you said gently. “You know him. And you know I wouldn’t get involved with someone if he wasn’t good for both of us.”

“Mr. Kang is good for me?” he scoffed.

“Yes, he is. He’s the one who talked to your counselor --”

“I don’t want you to date him,” Sam interrupted, his anger now very clear.

“What? Why not?”

“All the kids will make fun of me! They’ll tease me and call me teacher’s pet because you’re dating Mr. Kang. Just like they’re going to call me crazy for seeing the counselor!” he yelled.

...Oh. So that’s what this was really about.

He was mad because of the whole counselor thing.

“Why did he talk to the counselor?!” he spat. “I don’t need to see her, I’m fine.”

“Sammy, he’s trying to help.”

“He doesn’t need to help!”

“He wants to!”

“Yeah, because he wants to get in your pants.”

“Sammy!” you cried, eyes widening. “He talked to the counselor because I asked him to! I’m worried about you, but I --”

“You don’t need to worry about me!” he huffed, standing up and throwing his video game controller down. “Stop messing with my life! Just stay out!”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already stomping off to his room.

And right before he shut himself inside, he yelled out, “I hate you!”

The slam of his door echoed through the silence.

You waited a few moments before turning back around and starting to cook your lunch again.

Well, then.

You decided to just eat in your room, leaving the door open a crack in case Sammy decided to show himself. Not that you expected him to talk to you, but you still wanted to make sure he didn’t try to leave or anything.

You only managed to get through about half your sandwich before you lost your appetite, though, and you found yourself picking up your phone.

“Hey,” Brian greeted when he answered your call.

“Hey,” you sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I told Sammy, and it ended with him saying he hates me.”

Brian was quiet for a second, and you were starting to feel tears forming in your eyes.

“Has he ever said that before?” he asked softly.

“No.”

“Then I think you’re a bona fide parent now.”

A chuckle bubbled up from your throat. Of course, Brian would manage to make you laugh right now. “Honestly, though, I don’t think he’s actually mad about... us.”

“No?”

“I think he’s mad about seeing the counselor. Like he’s afraid the kids will make fun of him.”

“Ah, yeah... that makes sense.”

“He was angry with you for interfering and said he doesn’t need your help. And then he was angry with me for interfering and told me to stay out of his life.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “That’s rough.”

“Yeah... I’ll try to talk to him later, get him to understand that he really does need to see the counselor. He’ll probably still be mad at me, but...” You shrugged even though Brian couldn’t see it. “Hopefully, I can get him to not be mad at you anymore.”

“Listen, if you want to wait until the school year is over...”

“That’s not for months,” you pointed out. “...You would really do that?”

“Do I want to? No way. But yeah, I would.”

You were still pretty upset about Sammy, but Brian’s words made your heart grow wings and flutter around in your chest.

“I’ll work on it and let you know,” you told him, a bit breathless.

“Good luck,” he murmured. “And if you want me to come over, all you have to do is ask.”

You’d only been truly on your own for a few months - no parents, no grandparents, no older siblings to help you out. But it felt like it had been years. And just hearing someone offer you help like that, say ‘All you have to do is ask,’ was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Sam barely left his room the rest of the day, though you did hear him in the laundry room a couple of times. So, apparently, he was still doing his chores.

He just wasn’t talking to you. Or looking at you. Or coming near you.

You decided to make pancakes and bacon for breakfast the next morning, knowing the smell of frying bacon would at least lure him out of his room.

Not even five minutes after you started cooking, you heard a door creak open. You heard soft thuds across the floor. You heard him slide into a chair at the kitchen table.

“You don’t have to say anything, Sammy, but I need you to listen. Just for a minute.”

You hadn’t turned around to look at him, figuring he would be more likely to stay if you weren’t face-to-face. And you didn’t hear any movement, so you continued on.

“What you’ve been through... it’s -- it’s horrible. It’s not something a lot of kids go through, and I know it’s hard on you. But you won’t ever talk to me, and that’s fine, but... you do need to talk to someone. You can’t hold everything in. I know you, Sammy. You never got in trouble like this in school before, and now all of a sudden, you’re being rude and disrespectful. That’s not who you are, and that’s why I asked Br -- Mr. Kang to talk to the counselor and see if she could help you. Because I don’t know how to. If I could afford to take you somewhere outside of school, I would, but I -- I just -- I can’t. I’m sorry. You deserve so much more than I can give you, I know that, but --”

You took a deep breath, lifting a hand to wipe away a tear before you flipped one of the pancakes.

“Please, just... just give it a try. Talk to her for a month. And if you really feel like it’s not helping, then you can stop. But try for a month. One month. Okay?”

You still hadn’t turned around, and by now, you were afraid of what you would see if you did. Maybe Sammy had left while you were talking or maybe he had fallen asleep... or maybe he was crying.

But then you heard a soft sigh.

“Okay.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold yourself back from cheering or sighing or sobbing with relief. You took a deep breath in and said, “And you don’t have to tell anyone about me and your teacher. He won’t tell anyone, either, and he won’t treat you differently. I won’t show up at your school unless I have to, I won’t do anything to embarrass you. I promise.”

Sammy didn’t respond to that, but when you went over to the kitchen table to put the food down, he slid out of his chair and stepped up to you. He didn’t hug you necessarily, but he did lean into you. He let his forehead drop onto your shoulder, and you brought your arms up and around him.

“Do you know how much I love you?” you asked quietly, emotion straining your voice. “I know I’m not your mom, but I couldn’t love you more if I was.”

Sammy simply nodded, though you felt him shudder a little. He was probably desperately trying not to cry.

“You will always be my priority. No matter who I’m dating, you will always be more important to me. I just want to help you feel okay again.”

And then you could focus on feeling okay again.

He nodded once more. You squeezed your arms around him before pressing your lips against the top of his head. “You want some chocolate milk?” you murmured.

Another nod. And when you stepped away, you saw him quickly lift his arm and wipe his eyes with his sleeve.

He had only said one word that whole time, but hey -- he hadn’t yelled at you or said he hated you! Progress!

Sammy still kind of kept his distance for the rest of the day, but the tension in the atmosphere was barely even noticeable anymore.

Still, you waited until he was getting ready for bed before calling Brian again.

“Everything okay?” Brian asked in lieu of a greeting.

“Actually... yeah. I think so.”

“Good,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made you want to see his smile in person.

“But I told him nothing will change at school for him. You won’t treat him any differently, and none of his friends will know unless he tells them.”

“Of course. And he’ll keep going to the counselor?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “At least, he said he would try for a month. And if he really feels like it’s not helping, he doesn’t have to go anymore.”

You heard Brian take a breath, and your brow furrowed slightly as you waited for his response.

“You know you’re doing an amazing job, right?” he asked with a gentle, disbelieving chuckle.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t imagine what it’s like. Going through what you went through and now having to become a parent? To a pre-teen?”

“Well,” you blushed. “I mean, he’s my nephew. It’s not like I don’t even know him...”

“Yeah, but still. I get the feeling nobody in your life is telling you that you’re doing a great job, so I’m going to. You’re doing a great job, and I feel very lucky to know you. And Samuel may not say it, but I’m sure he thinks he’s lucky to have you, too.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as tears pooled in your eyes, and you had to sniffle before you could speak again.

“Well, you probably know a little more about what twelve-year-olds think, so I’ll trust you,” you said with a watery chuckle. “And... thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured affectionately. “So... about that second date.”

You moved to sit on your bed, curling up against your pillows and biting back a dreamy, cheesy grin. “I’m listening.”

Part 6

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snidgetsafan · 6 years ago

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Ketchup to You

Rating: T (for swearing)

Summary: Emma is on a terrible date, but a ketchup-related incident will prove to save her night – and give her so much more. It wasn't exactly love at first sauce, but it was pretty close, though. (AO3)

Notes: Happy birthday @shireness-says, the best beta there is and an amazing friend! You told us about this little anecdote that happened between your parents, and I decided to give it my own twist. It’s been super hard hiding this from you, as I usually talk over all my ideas with you, but @thejollyroger-writer has been kind enough to look it over for me. Thanks, Megan! You also get my first picset, as shabby as it is.

Wordcount: 2.4k for 24 years

“And you see, that’s why I think bounty hunting shouldn’t be legal. It’s way too dangerous, especially for women. It should be left to professionals, people who are qualified for catching criminals.”

Strike 1 . Emma grinds her teeth as she smiles tightly while her date, Walsh, continues to lecture her about her own job. The guy doesn’t even understand that “bounty hunting” and “bailsbond work” are completely different things, but he is an expert . They’re waiting for their meals, have been at Granny’s for a mere half an hour, and Emma already wants to bolt.

Seriously, what had Mary Margaret been thinking, setting her up with this guy? She has barely spoken two sentences in the last ten minutes, her date more interested in the sound of his own voice than anything else.

Ruby bringing their meals provides very short relief, the two women sharing a look as Walsh stops talking about the auction he went to the other day to ask for a refill on his glass of water. Emma can’t help but notice that he’s taken one of the cheapest dishes on the menu, and no soda. She had also noticed his little moue of displeasure when she had taken her usual grilled cheese and onion rings. She pointedly didn’t look at him when she’d ordered her Coke.

Before her friend leaves, Emma asks for ketchup; if she’s going to have to endure Walsh for the next hour, then she needs ketchup.

“And please hurry, we’d like them before our plates get cold.”

Emma and Ruby freeze, first looking at each other, then at Walsh’s salad. Emma’s date seems oblivious, busy as he is tapping on his phone.

Ruby purses her lips, walking away in annoyed silence, making Emma wince. Ruby’s pissed . She’s tempted to get her own phone out and text Mary Margaret to ask her what she had done to deserve such a punishment as a date with Walsh Ozman, but she’s afraid her sister-in-law will either worry and call Emma, or that she’ll text the idiot across from her.

The table behind her erupts in laughter. At least someone’s having fun, she thinks sullenly.

Two simultaneous plonks bring Emma back to reality, Ruby having briskly put down the new glass of water and the bottle of ketchup on the table before leaving without a word.

“The service here is terrible,” Walsh huffs as Emma grabs the ketchup and uncaps it. “I don’t know why you wanted to come here.”

“I’ve been coming here for years,” Emma answers sharply, shaking the bottle over her plate, waiting for condiment to fall, “and the service has always been more than adequate.”

Nothing is coming out of the bottle.

“Well, I guess your standards are pretty low then.”

Strike 2 . Emma bites back the retort that they aren’t low enough to consider him adequate, choosing instead to channel her rising annoyance into shaking the ketchup bottle vigorously. She’s pretty sure this is the “special bottle” Ruby reserves for annoying customers – the one with ketchup thick enough to stay at the bottom of the bottle – and that she’s given it to her to express her disapproval in dating partners. Which she didn’t choose , she wants to shout to her friend.

A particularly energetic shake of the bottle finally has an effect, but not the one she’s expecting. A shouted “bloody hell” from behind her, and the scrape of a chair being pushed back make her freeze before slowly turning around, dread in her stomach at what she’s about to see.

The view that greets her makes her eyes widen before her face heats up in embarrassment. The man who is sitting behind her is wiping off his nape, which is covered in ketchup. The condiment is also dripping all along the back of his leather jacket, leaving a growing streak of red on black.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” Emma gasps, looking down at the bottle in her hand to understand what happened. She forgot to put the cap back on , she realizes with horror, before hurriedly putting it on the table, as if that will absolve her of her idiocy. Completely forgetting about her date, she turns fully towards the other man, blindly grabbing for her napkin to help clean the worst of the damage. It’s as she’s trying to wipe off the condiment before it permanently stains the leather that her victim turns around.

Oh , Emma thinks as she looks at the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. The rest of the face is nothing to sneeze at either; expressive black eyebrows, scruff that she wouldn’t mind feeling against her skin, and a smile that is slowly stretching luscious lips, causing a dimple to form on his cheek as he looks at her.

Emma blinks, the rest of the world coming back into focus. Hot damn is this man handsome.

“That’s bad form, lass, attacking a man from behind,” he tells her, smiling teasingly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the bottle was already open,” Emma apologizes once again, dropping her eyes to his jacket to continue cleaning it. “I’ve taken off the most of it, but you should clean it with soapy water as soon as possible,” she says, looking up once more.

The man is not looking at his jacket, however; he doesn’t seem concerned about it, preferring to continue looking at her. He’s still smiling, which surprises Emma; if she were the one to have been sprayed with ketchup, she’d be quite annoyed, and would make that annoyance known.

“Don’t worry about it,” he tells her, “but I think that now you owe me, don’t you think?” the man asks, his smile turning into a smirk as he raises his eyebrows.

Wait, what?

“That’s what the sorry was for,” Emma retorts. Of course it was too good to be true, he had to be a jackass. If he asks for a kiss, Emma promises herself, she’ll dump the rest of the bottle on his head.

“Aye, but I think that as the offended party, I have the right to know my attacker’s name,” he tells her, his eyes twinkling. “I’m Killian, by the way,” he introduces himself, stretching a hand out for her to shake.

“Her name’s Emma, and she’s taken, now go away,” comes from behind her before she has a chance to shake Killian’s hand.

Walsh . Dammit, she had forgotten about him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Emma asks, turning towards her date . Who does he think he is, being so rude? And did he really dare doing what she think he did, claiming her like you claim a seat at the theater? When they hadn’t even gone on one full date (not that they would go on a second one)?

“What’s wrong with me is that my date is ogling another man instead of paying attention to me,” Walsh says, his eyes flashing, “so I’d like you to turn back, eat your meal and pay attention to me.”

And then he snaps his fingers.

Strike 3 .

Emma doesn’t even feel angry, even as she hears the table behind her collectively gasp, Walsh’s loud tone having carried over to them. Instead, she feels a great calmness come over her.

She looks at Walsh, and in a very composed tone, tells him, “Ok, I’m done.”

“I… what?” the man sputters, clearly not expecting her to answer that.

“Since the beginning of the evening, you have been nothing but a rude, conceited asshole, so enamored with the sound of your own voice that you didn’t even take the time to understand what my job actually was. The only reason I’ve endured your presence is out of courtesy for Mary Margaret, but now you’ve crossed the line. I’m done with you,” she concludes, fixing Walsh with a cold stare as he gapes at her.

His astonishment doesn’t last long, as he closes his mouth before angrily standing up, his chair falling down with a loud clang . “No, I’m done with you ,” and with those parting words, Walsh storms off dramatically, the bell over the door jingling loudly in the dead silence that has fallen over the diner. Good riddance .

“Are you all right, love?” comes from behind her.

Turning her head, she sees Killian and the other two occupants of the table, a woman and a man, standing up, seemingly ready to come to her help.

“I – yes, thank you, I’m fine,” she says, smiling uncomfortably, ill at ease with all the stares she can feel on her.

“That one sounded like a catch, lass,” the man behind Killian pipes up, earning himself a slap on the arm from his companion, along with a furiously whispered “Liam!”

Killian rolls his eyes, much to Emma’s amusement.

“Well, I guess that means the end of the night for me,” she says, seeing Ruby approach, a scowl on her face, from the corner of her eye

“And that tosser left you with the bill, too,” Killian mutters, frowning.

“Where did you find that loser?” Ruby asks bluntly, her eyes focused on Emma and her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t, Mary Margaret did,” Emma answers with her own roll of the eyes, grabbing her jacket. “You can be sure it’s the last time she guilts me into accepting one of her set ups, though,” she concludes, ready to go, with a longing glance towards her plate as she searches her pockets for her wallet. She wants that grilled cheese, dammit. She deserves it, after the last half hour.

“Oh no, please let me, you shouldn’t pay for that arse’s meal,” Killian interjects, trying to stop her.

“Don’t worry about it, Blue Eyes, it’s on the house,” Ruby tells him.

“That’s very nice of you, but I can’t let the owner take it out of your pay, lass.”

Ruby snorts at that, throwing a look Emma’s way, one that’s both amused and speculative. She’s not sure she likes that look. “The owner’s my grandmother, I’m an associate, my salary’s safe, but thanks for worrying about it.”

“It would be bad form to let you assume that idiot’s stinginess,” Killian insists.

Emma looks at Killian. He seems genuine; she always knows when people lie to her, but she doesn’t see any deception coming from him. He is just sincerely… nice.

“Well, it would be bad form to let that delicious grilled cheese go to waste,” the other man says, having come nearer. “Why don’t you come eat your meal with us, lass? I’d love to hear more about what job you do that actually enables you to throw ketchup on unsuspecting victims so effectively,” he concludes, gesturing towards the empty seat at their table.

His offer is nice, and would allow her to eat her onion rings, but she doesn’t know these people. “I wouldn’t want to impose,” Emma says, taking a small step back.

“You wouldn’t be, we’re inviting you. I’m Liam, by the way, and this is my wife Elsa. And this, here, is my little brother Killian,” the tall man says, tapping his brother on the shoulder and ignoring his muttered “younger” with what seems like honed practice. Now that they’re close together, she can see the likeness between the two men; Liam is taller, and has light brown hair where his brother’s is dark, but they share the same eyes and they have the same smile.

Before Emma has a chance to respond, Ruby takes the decision out of her hands, taking her plate and glass and putting them on the other table with a definitive thud . She’s about to say something, but she makes the mistake of looking at Killian at that moment. If the hopeful look on his face isn’t enough to make her cave, him scratching nervously behind his ear finishes to convince her. After all, what does she have to lose? They can’t be worse than Walsh, they seem quite nice; and even if Liam’s wife hasn’t said a single word to her yet, it appears to be more out of shyness than anything else, her encouraging smile as she removes her bag from what is becoming Emma’s chair showing her agreement with her husband.

What the hell, Emma thinks, internally shrugging.

“Well, if you’re sure…” she hedges.

It’s Killian who answers. “We are,” he tells her softly, “it would be our pleasure.”

Emma smiles at him, and the smile doesn’t leave her face all evening as she gets to know Killian and his family. She learns that Liam teases his brother mercilessly, but loves him fiercely. She learns that Elsa is probably one of the kindest people she’s ever met, but that she can match her husband’s wit barb for barb.

As for Killian? She learns that he’s funny, a gentleman, that he’s a retired Royal Navy officer who’s started in Boston PD a month ago, and that this meal was to celebrate him finally finding a flat and “getting out of his brother’s hair.”

She also learns that she likes him, and would like to get to know him better, preferably without his family and Ruby watching them like hawks. So when he offers to walk her to her car at the end of the evening, she gladly accepts, and is actually the one to ask for his number as they reach her yellow bug.

Both of them lean towards the other, however, and just before their lips meet in one of the softest kisses of Emma’s life, she can’t help but think that maybe, in a roundabout way, she should thank Mary Margaret for this evening. Nah , she thinks, as she tangles her hands in Killian’s soft hair.

She does end up never allowing Mary Margaret to set her up on another date, but it has nothing to do with her terrible taste in potential partners for Emma. It has more to do with the fact that Emma starts dating Killian, and doesn’t stop, until dating turns into a solid relationship, which turns into cohabitation, which then turns into talking about marriage and children.

Although Emma will never let Killian live down the fact he thought that putting the engagement ring at the bottom of a ketchup bottle would be a romantic way to propose.

Okay, maybe it is , she thinks as she watches her dork of a boyfriend down on one knee in the middle of Granny’s, his fingers sticky with hastily wiped off sauce and a huge smile on his face. Maybe it is .

#captain swan #cs #cs fic #cs ff #shireness-says #complete and utter fluff

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