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voxslays · 5 months ago

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DECORATING THE CHRISTMAS TREE

⤷ Featuring; Lucifer x Reader, In which: Reader and Lucifer decorate the Hotel’s Christmas tree for Charlie. ˋ°•*⁀➷

It was the beginning of the holiday season in hell. Imps, Succubi, and other hellborn celebrated their familial winter traditions, while sinners celebrated the earth traditions they brought with them when they died. You were one of them. Once a simple human, now damned to eternal suffering in hell…yet it never seemed so bad. You had met Lucifer a few months back, when he had first arrived at the hotel, and once again when he saved the hotel residents from Adam and the exterminators. You had talked to him frequently since he moved in, and you two had become close friends.

Earlier this morning, Charlie had called you and the other residents down into the lobby. She explained she wanted to decorate the hotel and make it extra festive to give everyone a little holiday spirit. You were assigned tree duty. Firstly, you needed a tree. “Hey, Alastor…?” You smile sweetly. “Yes, my dear?” Alastor says, his usual radio static even more prominent this morning. “Could you make us a tree?” Before you can even blink, there is a beautiful snowy evergreen standing straight up in the middle of the lobby. “Thanks Alastor!” You run over to admire the tree.

Next you marched down into the hotel's cellar. It was dark and damp, not the kind of place you would like to spend very long in. You hurriedly grabbed the ornaments Charlie had stored. Unfortunately, there were at least ten decent sized crates of fragile ornaments, forcing you to take multiple trips. Once all of the tree’s decorations (and a tall orange ladder) were in the lobby, you could finally begin. This was going to take hours.

And then Lucifer entered the lobby, his golden eyes immediately locking onto you as you decorated the tree. It was obvious he had just woken up. There were slight eyebags under his eyes, and his hair was slightly disheveled, yet he was even more beautiful in your opinion. You couldn't help but stare at the way the lights reflected in his eyes, casting a warm glow on his face. You felt your heart skip a beat as he watched you, completely entranced by your presence. “Good Morning, your highness. I’m surprised you’re awake so soon.” You jest playfully.

Lucifer chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he walks closer to you. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you continue to decorate the tree. His gaze is intense, filled with a joyful and adoring look that only you seem to notice. “So… what do you think so far?” You ask, stepping down from the step stool you were standing on and admiring your work. The tree was empty except for the Christmas lights you had wrapped around its branches. "It's beautiful... just like you." Luci’s voice comes out in a childish, playful manner as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You laugh sweetly. “Well I still have about two thousand…ish-? ornaments to put on the tree.” He watches as you grab a box of ornaments, his eyes never leaving your form. He steps closer to you, his presence looming over you. "Need any help?" His tone is gentle and charming. “Yes please!” You smile gratefully. He sits down next to you on the floor, his long legs stretched out as he begins to help you unwrap the ornaments. Luci carefully takes each one from the box, his fingers brushing against yours occasionally as he hands them to you to hang on the tree. With Luci’s help, you have to quickly pull out the stool again…and then a ladder. You almost think Alastor chose the tallest tree he could find on purpose, just to make you suffer. The tree was almost to the roof of the two-story lobby!

Lucifer laughs at your struggle, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans the ladder against the tree, watching as you climb up to decorate the harder to reach branches. "You know, Alastor did this on purpose, didn't he?" He laughs in a jolly tone. “That’s what I was thinking!” You laugh. You have reach to put the next ornament up. You shift your weight a little too much, and feel the ladder start to fall. You let out a shriek. Without missing a beat, Lucifer’s wings appear as he flies up and catches you midair. "Whoa there!" His wings wrap slightly around you protectively as he slowly descends with you in his arms. His heart was racing—not from the sudden movement, but from the feel of you in his arms. "Careful there...don't want you getting hurt."

“Thanks…!” You say out of breath. Luci sets you back down on your feet, keeping one arm around your waist to steady you. "Maybe we should just skip the top branches and focus on the lower ones, huh?" He smiles, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I can always use my wings to reach anything we miss." You smile warmly. “I’d like that.” You say, grabbing a light blue ornament gently from his grasp. As you continue decorating, Luci stays close by your side, occasionally reaching up to grab a decoration and hand it to you to hang. He hums along to the music playing in the background, his arm never leaving your waist.

After a few hours of decorating, the only thing left is the star. You carefully unwrap the silk red and golden cover and hand it to Lucifer. “Would you do the honors?” He leans in, his arm around your waist tightening slightly as he takes the star. "Of course." He gently places the star at the very top of the tree, his wings fluttering slightly as he reaches. "There we go. Perfect." Lucifer slowly descends from the tree, his golden eyes meeting yours. He keeps one hand around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. "You know, the tree looks great, but..." His voice trails off, his face lighting up with a devilish grin. "There's still something missing." He chuckles, his arm around your waist tightening. “Hm?” You hum teasingly.

Without warning, Lucifer leans in and presses his lips against yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. "Now it's perfect." You laugh gently, your giggles like music to hell’s ears. “You are so cheeky.” Lucifer chuckles softly, his red pupils sparkling with amusement and something more. "Cheeky? Me? Never!" He presses another quick kiss to your lips, then whispers close to your ear. "Though I do love it when you make that little giggle of yours." You smirk. “Maybe I’ll do it more often then.” His face lights up with a brilliant smile, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners. "I’d love that.”

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teslasucks37 · 2 months ago

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can u write size kink/size difference with charlie where hes literally just sooo much bigger than reader :33

CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), afab!Reader (No pronouns), Short!Reader, Dom!Charlie, Horny!Reader, PainfullyBig!Charlie

A/N: This took way longer than anticipated so sorry 😭😭😭

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Size Kink Hcs!!!

You’d been teased for you height your whole life.

Being 5 foot was not for the weak.

Charlie was the only one who didn’t immediately point it out when you’d first met.

But sometimes you can feel his eyes on you, or when he’s standing super close you can feel his presence behind you.

Your head barely reaches up to his chin.

He’s nearly an entire foot taller than you.

Like most people he has to look down when he talks to you, but it’s different when it’s him.

His smile is so kind, so caring.

He’s like a gentle giant to you.

You wanna climb him like a fucking tree.

He put his hand on your shoulder one time and you had to try not to moan at how large it was, covering practically your entire shoulder blade.

How dare he be so hot?

With his huge shoulders and ginormous arms…

It just wasn’t fair.

He’d never really given it much thought, the height of people, but ever since he met you, it was the only thing he could think about.

How small you were compared to him.

How easy it would be to toss you around.

One time for a video he did end up tossing you around.

You were fucking soaked after that shoot, and anyone with eyes could see his boner.

So you went up to him after, asking if he wanted to hang out at your place later.

That, of course, leads to the two of you fucking.

“Oh my goddd!” You cry out as he sinks inside you.

He’s so fucking big, the stretch is almost painful.

Charlie struggles to keep his composure, not wanting to hurt you, but needing so badly to pound you.

He manages to hold the line, waiting until you’re wiggling against him, begging him to move.

Then he fucks you.

He fucks you good.

Charlie’s speed is cruel, wild, ravishing, but there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop him.

He’s just too big.

“Char- lieee- Ooohh- hoooh~” You whimper, your voice being cut in half by his thrusts.

His grip shifts to your thighs, pressing them into your chest and folding you in half.

He was through being gentle.

And you definitely weren’t complaining.

His angle made him go deeper inside you, his tip practically punching your cervix with every plunge.

He can’t talk, he can’t even think.

All that’s in his mind is how good your tight walls feel around him.

And how you’re practically screaming his name.

Your joints burn at the strength his big fucking muscular arms are exerting on your legs, stretching them beyond their usual function.

His body leaning over you, encompassing you entirely, makes your head spin and your pussy clench.

All that matters is how deep he is inside you.

His hips slap against your thighs, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

His pelvis bumps against your clit, making you squirm and wiggle.

Then suddenly his grip moves from your thighs to your hips, stopping your movement entirely.

“Stop wiggling.” He grunts out, too lost in pleasure to say it nicely.

Then he uses that grip on your hips to pull you into him, hard and fast and deep.

And that makes you lose it.

“Oh! Charlie~ Cumming- Cumming~ Fuckkk!” You pant out as you squirt around his cock, the pressure actually pushing him out of your pussy.

He chuckles darkly, bringing his cock to rest on your stomach as the final squeezes of your orgasm drip out.

Glancing down, you see his cock, large and wet and throbbing.

You hadn’t noticed it before.

Just how big his cock was.

You didn’t really have the time.

But fuck, that was inside you?”

It was almost as wide as your wrists…

It nearly reached up to your belly button.

Fuck, you would be so destroyed tomorrow.

But you didn’t even care.

Charlie would take care of you.

He was nice like that.

But he isn’t being so nice now as he slips back inside you without warning,

“Oh, fuck yeah~” He groans, setting his brutal pace once again.

He hits that same sweet spot inside you that no one had ever reached before, and you struggle not to cum again.

Moans are practically being pushed out of your lungs by his cock.

Seeing his cock slam in and out of you is probably one of the highlights of his life.

He can feel how he was stretching you, reaching so deep that he physically couldn’t go past a certain point.

Knowing that he completely fills you up floods his senses with pride.

He wants to fill you up for real.

His desperation increases in his thrusts, you can see it on his face too.

Charlie’s brows are scrunched in concentration.

“Cum, Char~” You whimper out, gripping at his large arms.

A grin takes over his face as he plunges inside of you, deep as he can, making you yelp.

He groans out in relief, finally cumming inside that tight pussy.

What he’s been dreaming of doing for practically months.

His hips stutter, twitching as his cock empties itself inside you.

You can see it bulging slightly out of your stomach.

You feverishly press your fingertips to it, making Charlie whimper at the sensitivity.

A satisfied grin curls onto your lips, your fingers trailing down his biceps that are slick with sweat.

He pants above you, his arms trembling under your touch.

You let out a tiny giggle, as much as you can with his massive cock still pressing against your insides.

He slowly slides out of you at that.

You take a deep breath, feeling so empty, but so full as you feel his cum drip out of you.

Charlie lays down next to you on your bed, exhausted, as he pulls you close to him. “Are you okay? Did I… Go too hard?”

You chuckle. “Well, I’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.”

He grins as you lean in and press a kiss on his lips.

He kisses you back, and you fall asleep together.

He would be wrecking your insides a lot more often.

#smut #charlie slimesicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle smut #did I mention he’s big #anyway #i need to be put down

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jinks050 · 3 months ago

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Guys, I need you to read this rn bc it is the sweetest thing I've read since joining Malevolent. And I am not saying that bc I love Noel(s).

it’s still Valentine’s Day in my time zone hush

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE!! I bring you an offering of a Charlie Dowd/Noel Finley fic. It’s very cute and I’m giggling over it anyway-

“Sixteen” by Grayscale Sparks

Charlie Dowd knew what day it was. He’s been through this day sixteen times with way more than sixteen daydreams.

He wasn’t stupid.

Harper’s Hill was a small town, a middle of nowhere stop right between somewhere important. It was times like this where Charlie would say that everyone knew each other, but that would be a lie.

Everyone, however, knew a certain teenage heartthrob.

Noel Finley.

The name sounded like a late night jazz club. It sounded like racing hearts and quick grins and-

“Charlie!”

Charlie jolted back to attention. “Huh?”

“Quit dozing off on me.” Noel said, giving his best friend a shove. “Are you thinking about someone special?”

Charlie’s face burned with embarrassment. “No. Shut up. Why are we here again?”

“I told you. I have a date.” Noel said. “Which tie?”

“Yellow.” Charlie muttered.

“I look shit in yellow!” Noel protested. Charlie rolled his eyes. He highly doubted Noel looked shit in anything. “You, however… okay, I see it.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Noel said. He added the yellow tie to his pile.

“I thought you looked shit in yellow.” Charlie said as Noel continued searching through the ties.

Noel grinned. “But you don’t. You’re coming with me.”

Charlie blinked. “I’m coming with you. On your date?”

“It's at the fair, dumbass.” Noel said. “We’re going to get you a date too. Double dates are all the rage nowadays.”

“Sure thing.” Charlie said. “And uh, blue. You look really good in blue.”

Noel grinned. “Thanks.”

After buying their new clothes, they went to Noel’s house to change. Hannah, Noel’s sister, was doing the same. Her mother was braiding her hair while she talked about a boy in her class she hoped to meet there.

Noel rolled his eyes. “Mason Fuller. You know him?”

“Can’t say I do.”

“Well if all goes right according to her plan, you’ll be hearing everything about him. She’s crazy about the guy.” Noel shook his head. “I don’t see the craze.”

“Like you're any better.” Said Noel’s younger brother, Tommy. He wasn’t planning on going with them to the fair. He was ten and therefore didn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. Charlie didn’t blame him.

“What are you talking about?” Noel protested, shoving his brother’s shoulder lightly as he passed.

Tommy shoved him back. “It’s always Charlie this, Charlie that, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie-“

“Shut up!” Noel squawked.

“Thomas, that’s quite different.” Their mother said lightly. The face Hannah was making said otherwise.

Noel, who was bright red now, pushed Charlie down the hall to his room. “Fuck, sorry. That dumbass.”

“No, it’s fine.” Charlie said faintly.

Noel talked about him?

Of course Noel talked about you, you’re his best friend. Shut the fuck up.

“Go change quickly.” Noel said. “We spent too long out.”

“Only because you insisted on getting coffee and, quote, enjoy the sunshine at the fountain for the whole morning.”

“Shut up, it was nice, go change.” Noel pushed his clothes into Charlie’s chest. “Shoo.”

Charlie changed in the bathroom, rolling his eyes at the yellow tie Noel had gotten him. Noel insisted on paying for both of them. He was working with his dad now, and confidently said that he felt like a proper adult paying for clothes himself. Charlie, who did not have a job, obliged.

Charlie folded his clothes and kicked Noel’s bedroom door with his foot. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Noel said. He was standing in front of the mirror fighting with his tie. “Can you uh, can you help me out?”

Charlie tossed his clothes onto Noel’s bed. “Come here.”

Noel smiled weakly. “Dad usually helps me out but he’s at work so…”

“One day you’re going to learn how to tie your own ties.”

“No, that’s ridiculous.” Noel said. “I’ll always have you to tie them for me.”

Charlie bit his tongue and finished tying, giving it a little tug to straighten it out. Noel was an objectively handsome guy. Everyone knew that. It just so happened that Charlie had taken it upon himself to realize just how handsome he was a few years ago.

They were best friends. They did everything together. Noel was at his house last year, and had taken his shirt off in front of him to change.

Sure.

Yeah.

Everything went downhill from there.

It wasn’t Charlie’s fault that Noel was touchy and nice and flirted with anything that breathed. It wasn’t Charlie’s fault that Noel insisted that they were forever even if he had no idea what he was talking about.

Best friends forever.

It wasn’t Charlie’s fault he wanted more.

“Are you two ready yet? We’re going to be late.” Hannah shouted down the hall

Charlie didn’t realize he had stilled, gently holding Noel’s tie. Noel was staring at him, cheeks pink, eyes dancing across his face.

Charlie stepped back before he got any bad ideas.

“We’re coming.” Charlie called back, dusting the cotton and ache from his head.

It was, however, his fault for letting himself think Noel cared about him as more than a friend. That led to unwanted dreams and heartbreak.

Noel had a date with a girl tonight. Charlie had to keep that replaying in his head.

He wasn’t the secret lover that he craved to be. He was the wingman.

The sun was beginning to set as they made their way to the fair. It was a local affair, put on by highschoolers that begged the mayor of the town for funding. Something about morale.

Yay, Valentine’s Day.

Everything was pink and red and white and decorated with hearts and cupids. The whole thing was ridiculous, but maybe that was because the sunset and warm string lights made Noel look like a god.

He shooed Hannah off as soon as they stepped inside the fairgrounds, but not before lecturing her about being safe and coming to find him if anything should happen.

“You know, I trust her.” Noel said. “I just don’t trust that son of a bitch Mason.”

“Cute date idea.” Charlie teased. “Stalk your sister’s date. I’m sure your girlfriend won’t mind. What was her name again?”

“Shay.” Noel said. “And we’re not dating.”

“And where is she now?” Charlie asked.

Noel shrugged. “No clue. I told her to meet me here but I don’t know where she is.”

Charlie frowned, scanning the fairgrounds. “Shay who? I don’t think I’ve met her.”

“She’s visiting family from Boston.” Noel said. Not an answer. “Do you want to get some food?”

“What if Shay from Boston comes back?” Charlie asked dryly.

“Doubtful.” Noel said. “I didn’t think she’d show up anyway.”

“Hey, wait.” Charlie said. “Don’t get sad on me. She doesn’t even go to our school, so it’s not like you’d get to see her. And if she stands you up on your first date then she is not worth it.”

Noel didn’t look too upset, but Charlie knew he was good at masking his pain. “Yeah, I know.”

“Noel.” Charlie said. “Seriously.”

Noel chewed his bottom lip. “Yeah. I know. Uhm… Charlie? Since we’re here, do you wanna get some food or something?”

Charlie scanned his face, but had no idea what emotions were bubbling beneath the surface. Noel was a relatively easy person to read, especially since Charlie knew him for so long, but none of the expected emotions were appearing on those fucking sapphire blue eyes.

“Sure.” Charlie said. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Charlie had never seen Harper’s Hill as busy as it was that night. Then again, his only socialization was through Noel, and Noel preferred to hang out with him.

They passed kids from school, but didn’t stay to chat long. “Okay. Real food, or ice cream sundaes.”

“Finley, you’re killing me.” Charlie said. “Ice cream.”

“Perfect.” Noel said with a grin. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

“Let me pay, Noel. You’ve paid all day.”

Noel poked his shoulder. “No way, I’m treating you.”

“I’m not your date.”

Noel bit his lip quickly, and Charlie knew it was a physical sign he was literally biting back something to say. His heart fluttered, foolish thoughts running through his head.

Am I? He wanted to ask. Was this all for me?

But no, that was stupid. Ridiculous even. Laughable, preposterous, he could go on with the synonyms.

“What do you want?” Noel asked.

“Classic, extra chocolate. And no cherries.”

“The cherries are the best part, Dowd.” Noel said.

“Fine, keep the cherries.”

Noel smiled, and went up to the booth to order. Charlie took a moment to scan the rest of the fairgrounds. It was dotted with couples and groups of friends trying to get dates. People would assume the same of Noel and Charlie. After all, that was the intention. Double dates were all the rage, according to Noel, so no doubt they’d end the night with girls.

Charlie had kissed a girl before. She’d asked him out, so he took her to the theater. He kissed her before dropping her off back home, because that was what you were supposed to do, right?

He’d also kissed a boy before. Sloppy and quick behind the bleachers after a game, pupils blown wide with equal parts attraction and fear.

He’d thought of his best friend when he kissed that boy.

He thought about whether his lips would be chapped or his hands would be soft, and what they would feel like on his neck and his stomach and-

“Sundae coming right up.” Noel said. “What are you staring at?”

Charlie tore his eyes away from a spot he’d latched onto before he ran away with his thoughts. “Hm?”

“Earth to Dowd.” Noel said with a fond smile. “Let’s go sit.”

There were tables set up, close enough to the highschool’s jazz band. They were playing something peppy, and Charlie let the music sink into his skin, grounding his thoughts one note at a time.

Noel was watching him with that same fond smile when he finally came back to himself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Noel said, shaking his head.

Charlie moved the cherries from his sundae to Noel’s, and took a bite. Despite the winter chill hanging onto Harper’s Hill like death, Charlie felt warm and comfortable. He was wearing his father’s flannel lined coat, which was frankly ridiculous over his nice shirt and new tie. But at least he was comfortable.

Noel, that bastard, looked good as hell in a nice coat and scarf. He must have been cold, he’d always been sensitive to temperature, why didn’t Charlie insist he wear a better coat?

“You’re staring again.” Noel hummed. “Seriously, Charlie. What’s on your mind?”

And how do you tell him that it was him that was on your mind? It was always him, every waking moment. Every sleeping moment too. How was he to know that he was the only thing you thought of, the only thing you wanted, and it hurt like the fires of hell because he was the only thing you couldn’t have.

“Nothing.” Charlie insisted. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Noel was everything.

“Look, Charlie.” Noel said, setting his spoon down on the obnoxiously pink tablecloth. “I wanted to-“

“Hey!” Both of them jumped at the sudden intrusion. “My friend back there wanted to say that you were really cute, and she wanted to ask you to dance.”

Sure enough, behind the girl in a red dress far too short for the weather, was a group of two other girls holding the arms of their friend, who was hiding her face in her hands with embarrassment. Charlie folded himself away, backing away from the conversation, disappearing.

Because of course.

Noel chuckled weakly. “I’m actually waiting for my date right now. Sorry.”

Her face fell. “Oh- oh. Okay. Uhm, what about you? Charlie right? Do you wanna dance?”

Noel bit his lip. He focused on his desert once more.

“Me too.” Charlie said awkwardly.

She backed off, going back to her disappointed friends.

“Why’d you tell her no?” Noel asked.

And at the same time, Charlie asked, “You’re still waiting for Shay?”

Noel’s eyes widened. “What? Oh- no. I’m- I’m not.”

“Oh.” Charlie said. “Then why say no?”

“Why’d you say no?” Noel countered.

“I have food.” Charlie said defensively.

Noel nodded. “Me too.”

Tense silence fell between them, and screw it if Charlie wanted to go chase after those girls for a dance just to get away from it. Noel teased him relentlessly for being bad with silences, for always needing to fill it with useless conversation. It wasn’t his fault Noel always humored his useless conversation.

He was about to open his mouth to start one of those useless conversations, latching onto the first thing his racing mind came up with, but Noel beat him to the chase.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Charlie’s heart lurched. “What?”

“We’re pretty much done.” Noel said, gesturing to their empty sundae bowls. “So… D’you wanna get out of here?”

“We have to wait for Hannah.” Charlie said mechanically.

“Right.” Noel said, leaning back, dejected.

Charlie Dowd was not a strong man. He couldn’t stand Noel’s pout, and Noel that motherfucker knew that. “But sure. Let’s go.”

Noel lit up brighter than the pink and white lights criss-crossed above the tables.

They threw away their trash and Noel led them through the crowds out to the edge of the fairgrounds. Into the treeline, there was a perfect parting where the soft lights of the ferris wheel glittered.

“This is definitely a makeout spot.” Charlie said.

“Good thing we found it first.” Noel said.

Did he hear himself? Did he know how crazy he made Charlie?

Charlie took a moment to watch the Ferris wheel and listen to the jazz that echoed just far enough to reach them. This was a disconnect from reality.

And call him foolish, but Charlie loved those. If he was faced with a world where he could love Noel Finley with no repercussions, would he be strong enough to say no?

Charlie laughed to himself, and turned to face Noel.

Except the bastard was in a tree.

“What the fuck, Finley?” Charlie called up the tree. “What are you doing?”

“The view’s great up here!” Noel said. “Come on”

“The things I do for you.” Charlie muttered.

Noel watched him climb up and ungracefully pull himself on the branch beside him.

“I-“ Charlie said, huffing. “Hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Noel said. “Look. You can see the fairgrounds.”

Charlie looked, and sure enough, Noel had picked the perfect branch. The whole fair was visible, much smaller from up high. The world glowed golden and red, creating a pleasant bronze from their branch.

“It doesn’t feel real.” Noel whispered.

“Hey, dumbass.” Charlie said. “What really happened with Shay?”

“What?” Noel asked.

“You heard me.”

Noel buried his face in his hands. “Ugh. Don’t talk to me. That was dumb.”

“You asking out a city girl? Yeah it was.” Charlie said. “You’re asking to get your heart broken.”

Noel looked up, as if he was surprised at what Charlie had said. “Uh. Yeah. I know I am. But that’s- fuck.”

“What?” Charlie asked.

“Nothing!” Noel said quickly.

“Noel, you’re being weird.”

“So are you!” Noel protested, voice high. Defensive. Noel sobered. “Charlie.”

“What?”

“Shay isn’t real.”

“What?”

“I- fuck. I made up the story. I wanted to- this is going to sound really dumb.”

“You wanted to pretend to be cool with your fake girlfriend?” Charlie asked dryly.

Noel rolled his eyes. “Charlie, I know you’re smart. Put the pieces together.”

“I don’t know where the pieces are. It’s dark” Charlie said, heart racing. Conclusions were dangerous. Conclusions put a boy in jail under terms of a falsified burglary because his rich daddy didn’t want the news to spread. Conclusions were not made for Charlie Dowd and Noel Finley. “Use your words.”

“I wanted to go to the fair with you.” Noel said quickly, words stumbling over each other in the rush to get out. Noel looked like he was ready to jump off the branch. Charlie felt like he was going to fall.

“You did?” Charlie asked quietly. He wondered if there were any more pieces.

“Yes.” Noel muttered.

Charlie grabbed his arm, just in case the bastard really was going to jump off the branch. He knew Noel wasn’t above that, but he’d be damned before he let this go.

“Why?”

“Do I have to have a reason?” Noel asked quickly. “You’re my best friend.”

“Right.” Charlie said, letting his arm drop. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Noel bit his lip.

Charlie felt like his chest was being unraveled. “You’re going to bite through your lip one day.”

“CanIkissyou?”

Charlie jolted in surprise. “What?”

Noel folded over, head in his knees.

“No, no. What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Noel said, voice muffled. It sounded thin with panic, and Charlie could barely hear over the pounding in his chest.

He wished he could hear the music from the fair, he wished he could see Noel’s face, he wished this were real goddamnit.

“Noel.” Charlie said evenly, trying to get his desperate thoughts back in line. “Did you… ask if you could kiss me? Because if so… yes.”

Noel was slow to un-bury his head. His whole face was red from embarrassment, but his eyes were wide. They were far enough from the fair so the gold glow didn’t make them green. Good. He looked better in blue.

A heart beat, and then Noel was lurching forward to kiss Charlie as if he’d take back his permission. As if.

There was no fucking way he’d take back his permission any time soon. With one hand, Charlie cupped Noel’s face, and with the other he balanced them on the branch so they wouldn’t fall to their deaths.

If Charlie died before he got to properly kiss Noel Finley he’d be pissed.

But oh.

But here.

Charlie broke out into the stupidest grin, and hey it was kind of hard to kiss while smiling so wide, wasn’t that crazy?

Noel pulled away, but Charlie kept his hand cupping his face, fingers just barely in his curls and hey maybe he could sink his hands in his hair that was new, that was a possibility.

Charlie was buzzing with excitement. Screw fireworks, this was a time bomb. But fuck if it wasn’t decorated in pink glitter and heart stickers because this is what youth felt like. What the fuck was he saying? Didn’t matter. Noel mattered. Noel right here, he asked if he could kiss Charlie. That was real, that mattered.

“Yeah?” Noel asked.

“Speechless.” Charlie said breathlessly. No spoken words could convey the sparkling of his mind. “Come here.”

Noel obliged. He tasted the color of champagne bubbles and sapphire lakes and echoes of jazz and real this was real this was real.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Charlie.” Noel whispered against his lips.

Charlie couldn’t contain his giggle. Sixteen years and he’d never felt this alive. If he fell he could snap his neck. Wasn’t that crazy? Wasn’t this fucking wild?

Noel was kissing him.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Noel.”

If Noel told him they were floating in the clouds rather than sitting in a tree, Charlie would believe him.

So yeah, he could believe in forever.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent fanfic #charlie dowd #noel finley #original noel finley #dead boys #MIAs #Paper Moon #Clay Pigeons #I'm gonna do a poll for their ship names in a moment just making sure I cover the bases #Ok going nuts now #MY GOSH GRAY THE SUBTLE HINTS TO THEIR CONFESSIONS #Noel saying Charlie would look good in yellow- love/hate you for that bc of what we know later on into Chuck's life #AND THE PART WHEN HE HELPS TIE HIS TIE YOU /j #love when writers get creative with the subtle references to the future events that change the original characters forever #I love Noel's family especially his little brother (im the youngest in my fam and lemme tell you that is spot on writing)#Noel having to fight every urge to flat out say he wants to kiss Charlie when Chuck had already done it and fantasize about it being Noel #that got me the most. Not just Charlie was willing to go fuck it to find out who he is really attracted to and realizing Noel really is #his gay awakening and he has to thank him for being the first one to love him back with no issue and he has to hold that in his mind foreve #And the mentions of gold and green to the dreamlike look the outskirts of the fair to their makeout spot alluding to the dreamlands and Has #OOOOOO I WAS GOING NUTS AT THAT COMPARISON THAT HAS YET TO BE REALIZED FOR YOUNG CHARLIE when I read that #also Noel climbing up the tree to avoid outright telling Charlie they should kiss was hilarious esp how Charlie reacted like def how I deal #plus the ice cream scene was super cute too #ok im done overall A++ work no notes

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apples-are-yummy · 17 days ago

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Firefly

Smut below! MINORS DNI. Reader is afab in this, let me know if you would like an amab version!

warning yall im really bad at writing actual sex so bare with me.

The wind wasn't right.

The clouds were too dark.

Charlie was stressed. Way too stressed.

A doe was injured. The doe had been prancing with her young fawn near the rocks when she had stepped on a loose stone, losing her balance and falling to the ground. She twisted one of her ankles. Nothing more than a sprain, no bone was broken at all. She was healing perfectly fine, a woven bandage and splint that Charlie had made was wrapped around her lower leg, and a salve he had made to reduce swelling was applied to the area.

The doe was on rest by doctor’s (Charlie’s) orders. She was to rest in her thicket most of the day to make sure her leg healed well. Her fawn was a little sad that he couldn't play with his mother for a while, however she assured him that the day Charlie cleared her from rest, she would take him to the creek to play.

The doe would be fine. Her fawn would be fine. But Charlie couldn't shake the weight on his shoulders. He knew she would be fine, but he worried. He always worries, it's in his nature.

When you felt the wind change and saw the forest shake, you knew something was off. You grabbed your things and took the small stroll into the forest, and to Charlie’s treehouse. You wanted to check on him. You learned to pick up on the signs of the forest (aka the signs of Charlie). When the wind became heavy and bitter, you knew that Charlie was being weighed on.

You made it to his house, climbing the twisting staircase to his house, which was embedded into the large tree, approaching the intricately carved door, the wind becoming heavier and colder the closer you got to him. You knock at the door. No answer. You knock again. Faint footsteps are heard, getting closer to the door. Slowly, he opened the door a crack, his face only half visible. Though you could only see part of his face, you saw how much he was carrying. His twinkling eyes were now dull, his brows furrowed, his blushed lips were pursed, and the flowers on his antlers were beginning to droop.

“(Y/n)?” He asked, his voice soft, vastly different to his normally bright tone. He opened the door fully now. His hair normally had the spirit of dandelions present in his hair, almost making his locks defy gravity, but now he almost looked wilted.

“Oh my sweet boy…” you stepped closer to him, putting a hand to his cheek, his freckles beginning to sparkle just the slightest bit at your touch. He leaned into your palm, shutting his eyes gently. “What happened, firefly? Is the doe alright?” Charlie had told you about the doe getting injured, you had actually come to help and be an assistant to Charlie as he tended to the doe, but he had told you she would heal well. He nodded into your hand, gently shifting his gaze to look at you.

“She’s–she’s gonna be fine, it’s just… I feel… I don’t know…” He gulped. “I’m just worried about her.” You told him.

“I know.” you paused “But I also know that she will heal well. There was no broken skin so there's no chance of an infection. No bones were fractured, so we don't have to worry about a fracture healing wrong. She just has a sprained ligament. All she needs is rest. No need to worry about her, she’s gonna heal great.” You smile seeing the flowers on his antlers and his start perk up again, “Besides… She has a really good doctor taking care of her. He’s a real cutie.” Your smile widens. The wind lightened and the forest hummed as Charlie laughed gently at you, his tail gently swaying. There's my firefly. The gentle brush of foliage covering the floor started to glow again around where he stood. His spark had grown back to normal now, maybe even a little better now that you were here.

You hugged him close, feeling his warmth and breathing him in. Charlie held you tight, you could feel his heartbeat in the wind, a light but quick flutter in the breeze.

“I love you.” he whispered into your neck.

“I love you firefly” you whispered back. You saw his tail sway a little quicker at that pet name. The wind felt warm and you could feel the forest sigh. As you two embraced, you started to feel something big poke you were Charlie's waist was. You pulled away, about to ask if he found another cool rock that he had put in his pocket, but before you could say anything, you saw his face.

To say he was flushed was an understatement. Charlie was bright red. The ground began to glow with a pulse. As he covered his mouth, furrowed his brow and averted his eyes.

Oh…

“I’m sorry– I’m… you… uhm…” He trailed off, his breathing getting quicker and slightly more rugged.

“Why are you sorry? It’s cute.” you took his face in your hands again, one of his hands coming to rest over yours. He huffed out a breath of relief, his eyes trained on yours.

“(Y/n)... we’ve never– I’ve never done that or anything like it before…” He uttered.

“I’d be happy to teach you.” you purred. “Only if you tell me you want it.” you stepped closer to him, removing your hands from his face to place one on his chest.

“I want you.” He huffed out. You smiled as you stepped into his house, shutting the door behind you. He brought you to his bed, which was just a soft fiber woven mattress and pillows with knit blankets. It was surprisingly comfy, the pure cotton yarn in the blankets felt like clouds on your skin, and the mattress was plush and soft.

He stood before you in his bedroom, unsure of what to do, his cock now straining in his loose trousers.

“I don’t know what to do… what do we do next?” he asked, gulping. You stepped closer to him.

“Well, that depends. What do you want to learn first, Charlie?” you whispered, your heart beating fast for him. You felt sparks alight through your body, starting from your warm core.

“I want… I wanna make you feel good.” He breathed out, one of his hands cupping your face. Your face flushed dark, a little surprised at his answer but not upset by it. Definitely not upset with it.

“Well first, we can get on the bed,” You led him to his bed, you sitting by the head of the bed, legs slightly open. He sat on his knees in front of you. “Now come here,” you patted the bed where your legs were open, he crawled to you. “You can start to touch me, just do what feels right. I'll guide you.” You took his hands in yours and brought them to your waist, sliding them under your shirt. You gasped gently when he touched you, even though you were the one guiding him. His eyes were trained at your face, watching to see your reaction. You let go of his hands and let him guide himself. His hands slid up your back, making you squirm for him.

His hands dropped to the hem of your top tugging gently.

“Can I…?” he asked, watching you nod in return. Slowly he lifted your shirt up, you lifted your arms to help him. Charlie tossed the shirt out of the way and immediately went to take your undergarment off too. He just stared at your chest in awe, his eyes wide. You giggled softly at his reaction.

“You’re so beautiful.” he awed you, bringing his face to yours and kissing you. It wasn't the normal gentle kisses you had shared in the past, this was charged and heated and you both loved it. You pulled away just for a second to speak.

“You can touch them, baby.” you gave him permission and immediately latched his lips back to yours and brought his hands to your breasts, you moaning into his mouth and putting a hand through his hair.

“Wanna go further, Charlie?” You barely pulled away, your lips almost touching. He nodded eagerly, wanting to make you feel oh so good. You nodded back at him, shifting your body to take your bottoms and your underwear off. You laid back to some of his pillows and took his hand in yours. “Now… take your hand and bring it here…” you brought his hand to your folds, letting his hand go. You sighed at the feeling of his hands, finally touching you exactly where you wanted.

“N-now start moving your fingers a little and– Oh!” you moaned. He was a fast learner, finding your clit immediately and massaging it.

“Oh– please keep going, right there Charlie– Yes!” you threw your head back. Charlie used his other hand to take yours, lacing your fingers together tightly. He was in awe of you. You were stunning. Every part of you is a masterpiece. He kept rubbing small circles on your small bud, feeling you twitch made his own cock throb, his erection almost painful at this point.

“Now take your fingers–oh–and bring them down a little, then start pushing inside me, that’s how you're supposed to prep me–oh fuck!” you were cut off by a curse as charlie slowly pushed his middle and ring finger inside you, causing you to arch your back and moan.

“So warm… You're so tight too… (Y/n) is this okay?” he asked you, a small quiver in his voice. All you could do was nod. Charlie swallowed thickly, starting to move his digits in and out of you, making your mouth fall open as you moaned for him.

“Doing s-so good Charlie. Oh god you're a natural.” he started to quicken his pace slightly at your words, causing your reactions to grow.

“W-wait stop.” you huffed. He stopped immediately, looking at your flushed face. “I want your cock, Charlie.” his eyes widened and you saw his cock twitch in his trousers. He nodded and started to undress, you still panting on the low bed before you moved to the middle.

“Now I want you to sit where I was, in the same pose too.” you requested. Once Charlie was undressed, you saw his cock and your jaw dropped. He was huge, bigger than anything you had seen before. Maybe he was just blessed, or maybe all fae are like that, either way, you didn't care.

Charlie followed your orders, placing himself where you were sitting. When he was situated, you shuffled to him, straddling his hips, your chest touching his, and your lips mere inches apart. The lotus pose… fitting. You stood on your knees and reached below you to Charlie’s cock, guiding him to your entrance. Charlie’s mouth opened in a silent moan feeling your hand on his cock, his tail swishing at your touch. His arms were behind him supporting himself.

Slowly, you sank down on him, a gasp leaving both of you as your hips met. You sat still for a moment, just breathing each other in as you adjusted to his length. You started to move on him, your hips rising and falling. Charlie looked and sounded like an angel, throwing his head back and moaning loud. Your huffs echo with his moans and whines. Charlie’s hands gripped the fiber below him, the material glowing and pulsing with the rhythm of your movements.

You continued your movements as you heard the forest sigh and groan with Charlie. His moans ripped through his body and he shook for you. You put your hands on his shoulders for support, you gripped them gently out of your own pleasure, Charlie’s cock reaching all the best spots inside you, the feeling making Charlie’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

You felt your pleasure build and build and tie itself into a knot inside of you, your walls clenching around charlie, moaning in ecstasy.

“Oh– oh fuck I think I’m gonna…!” Charlie yelped out, his eyes screwed shut.

“Cum for me Charlie.” you whispered to him, stealing a kiss before he started to whimper and moan. The wind started to twirl again and the glow from his hands was even brighter. His tail whipped and his freckles were sparkling bright. You threw your head back, your orgasm beginning to crash over you, surging through your body. Charlie’s hips thrusted up into you as he panted, shooting his seed (ha ha) into you as you came around him.

Both of you wrapped your arms around each other, breathing heavy. The wind and the forest began to calm as did you and Charlie. He raised his head to look at your fucked-out face, you look up at him too. A smile spreads on both of your faces, laughter of pure joy coming from both of your lips.

You both stayed in the same position for a while. Sure, you would need to clean up eventually but for now, it was just you and Charlie

#charlie slimesicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle smut #slimefucker #fae slime

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hazbinwhoree · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you have a wonderful day. Can I request Adam x affectionate reader. Basically his wife shower him with attention at all times. Y/n is likes to constantly hug him, kiss him and holding hand with him and pretty much lovey-dovey in public?

Adam is more than thrilled to have an overly affectionate spouse

He’s big on PDA, he loves letting everyone know who you belong to

You’re all over him constantly

Holding his hand, hugging his waist, kissing him

Doesn’t matter to you if you’re in public or in private

Adam’s love language is also physical touch, and once you start being affectionate, he’s just as affectionate back

Literally all of Heaven knows you’re dating because of your PDA

Not even Sera deters your affections

Shit, even some of Hell knows

You were sat in his lap during his first meeting with Charlie

You were holding hands when you, Adam, and Lute walked past Charlie and Vaggie in Heaven

You were cuddled into his side during court

No one tries to separate you two

You kiss at least twenty times a day

His favorite place for you to kiss besides his lips and anywhere dirty is his cheek

Vice versa, he loves to kiss your forehead

Hand kisses is also a big one between you two

You’re always either holding hands, or Adam has his arm around your waist

He’s so much bigger than you and he loves it

You’ve climbed him like a tree before

He lovingly calls you his little Koala

Adam just feels so loved by you

He loves you so much bro

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #headcanons #headcanon #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty

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zepskies · 11 months ago

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Every Second Counts - Part 4

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him.

AN: No cliffhangers this time, I promise. 😘

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Perilous situations, blood and violence, some more protective Russell, angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff.~

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Part 4: “Mountain Man”

You were running for your life.

Blood dripped down into your line of vision, but you swept it away from your face with a haphazard hand, along with your tears as you nearly stumbled on the path.

A gunshot rang in your ears and hit a tree instead of your head.

Shit! You screamed and ducked, but you kept running…

After you tumbled down the hill, it was a small mercy that you didn’t break any bones when you eventually landed at the bottom. You’d stared up at the sky, winded, your back aching. Until you noticed Rick, one of Eddie’s men. He was sliding down the hill after you.

You didn’t know what happened to your brother after he attempted to push you out of harm’s way. That thought alone gripped your heart like a vice, but you knew you couldn’t stay here on the ground either.

You forced your body to move, whimpering at the pain and stiffness. Shakily you pushed onto your feet and slipped on dead leaves as you went. You moved your legs faster, until you were able to take off running deeper into the forest.

You gasped when your foot caught on a large rock. It sent you crashing into the ground. With your hands still bound, it made pushing yourself back up that much more difficult.

You spat out a couple of leaves. Fuck…

When Rick caught up to you, fear made you jolt into action. You wrapped your gathered hands around the rock that felled you and tossed it at him with all the strength you had. He blocked the projectile with the same hand that held his gun, like an idiot. You really couldn’t be blamed when the gun went off in his face.

He screamed, and so did you on reflex. Though his cheek and brow had been grazed by the bullet, he was lucky he still had both eyes. He blinked a bit of blood out of his left one. You scrambled back onto your feet and meant to keep running, but Rick still managed to surge forward and get a hold of your hair.

Uttering a short scream, you grabbed his shirt and kneed him as hard as you could between the legs. You hoped you crushed his dick and balls.

“Oh, f—” He went down to the ground, sinking onto his knees as he dropped his gun. He glared up at you. “You little bitch!”

You were panting for breath, but you didn’t wait for him to recover and grab his weapon again.

You ran.

You ran, even though you had no idea where you were going. You just knew that you couldn’t stay in one place. But if you couldn’t find your way around a college campus, how the hell were you supposed to navigate the damn Medicine Bow National Forest?

Along with your desperation and fear, tears kept filling your eyes whenever you thought of Charlie.

Please, please, please…

“Goddamn, they could be anywhere,” Russell groused, as he and Colter hiked through the forest. He was, admittedly, breathing a bit harder from the trek uphill. “It’s been hours already.”

“It’s barely been an hour,” Colter reminded him. And he didn’t look winded in the least.

Bastard. Russell glanced at him, but then he focused on the horizon. The sun was finally starting to come up, which was good for them. They could see the trails more clearly.

“Remember when Dad used to make us free-climb the cliffs in Sierra?” Russell asked.

“Yeah,” Colter said. “You used to beat me every time. Wonder what happened to that guy.”

His tone was teasing. Russell shot him a look, half annoyed, and half amused.

“Yeah, well, he turned 40,” Russell replied.

Colter smiled, but both of them paused when they heard a gunshot ring out, followed by two more.

“That was close,” he said.

“Yeah,” Russell agreed, drawing his own gun. Colter did the same, and they hurried up a roaming hill that had Russell briefly peering over the side. In his mind’s eye, he had to shutter away the memory of seeing a body flung over the side in the dark and the rain. Then him looking over the edge of that cliff and recognizing his father’s twisted body.

And Colter, shouting up at him with angry, tearful, accusing eyes.

A male groan broke Russell out of his thoughts as he and his brother came up on a grim scene. Two men laid dead, and another young man with dark hair was lying prone on the ground, clutching his wounded leg. He’d been shot, though a gun also was held tightly in his own hand. He aimed it at the newcomers.

“Charlie?” Colter asked. He recognized the other man from your family photos.

Charlie blinked up at him in surprise, but not without a grim set to his jaw.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked.

Russell let out a subtle breath. Colter was relieved as well.

“I’m Colter. This is my brother, Russell,” he said. “Your sister asked for our help to find you.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. All of them slowly lowered their weapons. Russell gestured at the bodies lying yards away from him.

“I’m guessing one of those guys is Eddie Mendez?” he said.

Charlie nodded, gesturing at the man closest to him with his gun. He groaned at the agony in his right thigh. Colter quickly went to his side and began to wrap a tourniquet around his leg to stem the bleeding.

“Did the bullet go through?” Colter asked.

“I think so,” Charlie replied.

“Where’s your sister?” Russell asked, his impatience evident in his stance and the way he held his gun while scanning his surroundings. His frown deepened when he didn’t see you.

“Oh, fuck!” Charlie said, and not at the pain of Colter wrapping his leg. His eyes were wide with panic. “Rick’s after her. I clipped him, but he slipped by me.”

“Where?” Russell asked. Charlie pointed down the side of the hill.

“Down there. Headed north I think, but I’m not sure,” he said quickly. “Help her, please!”

Russell didn’t need any encouragement. He started down the hill first.

After making sure Charlie was stable for now, Colter followed after his brother a few minutes later.

Russell called your name as he searched through the dense trees. Sunlight was beginning to filter through their leaves in dappled color on the trail. It gave him a better view ahead.

He stopped short when he saw a splatter of blood on the ground, painting the dirt and some dead leaves. A well of unease rose in his gut.

He headed toward the sound of running water, and he soon found another cliff. Just beyond it was a waterfall, and river below. Seeing no signs of life, he pulled back and continued to call your name, and all the while, pushing down his worry.

“Russell?!”

He turned sharply to see you coming out of your hiding place—a large fallen tree. A smile started to raise his lips, but no sooner had he taken one step in your direction, when he almost got a bullet in his head for his trouble.

“Watch out!” you yelled. Rick came out into the clearing and aimed at you next.

“Get down!” Russell shouted.

Without blinking, he shot Rick three times: once in the shoulder, twice in the chest.

The man went down. He was dead before he even met the ground.

It was then that Colter finally caught up. Russell nodded at him, but his focus was on heading for the fallen tree after he stowed his gun.

The moment he took a step over it, you popped up with a yell, ready to smack him with a tree branch. He leaned back raised up his hands in defense.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay! It’s just me, slugger,” he said with a grin.

You let out a sharp sigh of relief. The branch fell from your loose fingers. As you caught your breath, your mouth trembled, and your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.

Russell softened. He reached for you.

“Come ‘ere,” he said. Your hands slipped into his, and he helped you over the trunk of the tree. After using his handy pocketknife to cut through the zip ties binding your wrists together, you landed right into his waiting embrace. There, you spilled hot tears into his bulletproof vest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve gotcha,” he said. His voice was low and soothing. “You’re okay.”

You raised your head with a desperate question in your eyes.

“Charlie?” you asked.

“Charlie’s okay too,” Russell assured. His hand soothed over your tangled hair and down your back. He could feel you trembling as you rested against him and sobbed. He held you tight, safe, as he rocked you a little from side to side. His own relief was a weight off his chest.

Colter stood by and watched with a secret smile.

With his bare hands clawing into damp soil, Colter dug up the crate Charlie buried near the base of the waterfall. True to his word, it was filled with precious artifacts.

“Just, please be careful,” you warned him again over his shoulder. “These are quite literally hundreds of years old.”

Before Colter could assure you, again, that he’d be careful, you actually set a hand on his shoulder and implored him to move back.

“Matter of fact, sorry, let me do this part,” you said. “I’m the only one who’s really trained to handle these. Plus, your hands are dirty.”

Colter raised a brow, but he obliged you. He glanced over at his brother. Russell just watched in amusement while you opened the crate.

You wished you had gloves on for this, but you supposed it couldn’t be helped. You stopped just shy of touching them—a bow and arrow, three spears, and a couple of knives. Each were crafted with wood and bone, with designs carved and accented in faded red and blue.

“Wow,” you whispered. Your historian heart was singing right now.

You made sure each artifact was intact and hadn’t sustained water damage, then you covered them back up with the lid to the crate.

“Okay, now you can take it, thank you. This thing is heavy,” you said, with a pat on Colter’s shoulder.

His lips played at a smile, but he accepted the responsibility of carrying the crate.

Russell rested a hand on the small of your back to subtly help you back up the hill. You couldn’t help walking closer with him, your arm brushing against his side. You glanced up at him with a smile. He matched you, then looked up ahead.

Charlie was waiting for you all while leaning against a tree. He still looked like utter hell—cut up, bruised, bloody, and now shot in the leg. You went to his side and gently grabbed his arm.

“God, Charlie. You sure you’re okay?” you asked. He curled an arm around your shoulders and flashed you a familiar grin.

“Oh, yeah. I’m like a cockroach. Just keep coming back,” he said.

You had to agree with that, laughing through the spark of your tears. Russell came on his other side and shouldered most of your brother's weight off his bad leg.

“Okay, here we go. One step at a time,” Russell said.

Slowly, painfully, Charlie managed to make it back to Colter’s truck with you and Russell supporting him. Colter brought up the rear with the artifacts in tow.

And behind you all, the sun broke more fully across the dewy trees in a morning swathed with orange and gold.

After Colter drove you and Charlie to the hospital, he and Russell took off again soon after to do something with the three bodies hidden under a tarp in the bed of the pickup truck. The thought made you shudder, along with the fact that the Shaw brothers knew how to hide bodies.

But you supposed it was better than the alternative.

As it was, you, Colter, and Charlie had to lie to the hospital staff about how you both had earned your injuries—in a brutal mugging, where Colter was able to scare off the men that got the jump on you and Charlie.

"I never saw their faces," as he'd later told the police, while the nurses prepped him for surgery. "I just tried to protect my sister the best I could."

You backed him up on the story, even as the lie felt bitter on your tongue and made you nervous (especially when you thought of poor Dr. Feinman).

Despite that little break-in at the museum yesterday, you'd never been good at being a rule breaker. Fortunately, Colter's calmness when he gave his corroborating statement helped you. Like Russell, he was a solid, anchoring presence...if in a different way.

For the crate of relics, Colter advised Charlie to ship them back to the museum anonymously. It would be the easiest way to encourage the police to lose steam on looking for who took them in the first place. You and your brother begrudgingly agreed, even if you had a secret thought of sending the artifacts to the NMAI. Maybe you could convince Charlie to send them there instead, or to one of the local Native American tribes here in Wyoming.

Hours later, however, you were able to finally be with your brother when he came out of surgery. In that time, your own bruises and the cut above your brow had been tended to in the Emergency Department. Now, you sat by his bedside while he slept off the anesthesia. You stroked his scuffed hand on the bed.

He really was a mess, you thought, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But he was alive. That was what mattered now.

A quiet knock at the door had you looking up, and then smiling to see Russell.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and in surprise. “Everything…went well?”

Russell’s lips quirked. “Yeah, we’re all set.”

No one would be finding those bodies anytime soon. He had a buddy in Denver, Colorado who happened to be a cremator. It was only a couple hours over from Laramie. He and Colter had just gotten back from driving the bodies there.

Before Colter drove over to Dory's apartment next, both to check on her and to fill her in on everything, he'd dropped Russell off at your house so he could get his car. He hadn’t felt right about leaving you in the hospital by yourself, even if you did have your brother.

Not without saying goodbye, at least.

“You know, I need to ask his doctor a question about his post-op care,” you said, gesturing at Charlie. “Can you stay with him for a minute while I go find a nurse?”

“Sure,” Russell agreed. You smiled gratefully and touched his arm as you passed him.

When you were gone, it left a heavy silence in your wake. Russell looked over at Charlie’s sleeping form. Russell sighed and sunk down into the chair beside the bed. He rubbed his tired face with both hands.

Shit. Now that he thought about it, he could’ve just told Colter to bring Dory here. He pulled out his phone to call his sister, when a low groan caught his attention.

Aw geez. What kinda timing, Russell thought, as he realized Charlie was waking up. His eyes slowly slid open, brows furrowing at the bright lights above him, then at the man beside him.

“Hey, man,” Russell said. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Charlie said, with another groan as he tried to stretch his body. He found he couldn’t yet move his leg. As awareness blinked back into his eyes, he settled on Russell with resignation.

“Thank you,” he said. “What you did for me, for her…I sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but thank you for saving her.”

Russell shook his head. “No need. Just get better.”

“Yeah. The doc says in a few months, I’ll be able to learn how to walk again,” Charlie said.

Russell gave him a firmer look.

“No, I mean get better,” he said. “You know you nearly got your sister killed.”

Charlie’s gaze fell. His face tightened, but really, he couldn’t even be upset at the accusation. He knew it was true, and his guilt already threatened to consume him. He also knew he should be in jail for what he’d done, and what he’d facilitated for months. After what nearly happened in the past twenty-four hours, he wasn’t sure how you could ever forgive him.

“Look, I served too. I know what you’re going through, being back here,” Russell said. “It feels wrong and right, don’t it?”

After a beat, Charlie nodded. “What branch?”

“Special Ops. I hear you were a pilot, Captain.”

“Yeah, I was,” Charlie said, his eyes lowering. “Now…now I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re her brother,” Russell said. Both his tone and his gaze all but demanded that the other man look him in the eyes. “Not her father or her son, her brother. I know you’ve been struggling. But I think you already know what you need to do, and figure out who you’re gonna be today, tomorrow, and the next.”

Charlie took in those words, and tried not to chafe at them coming from a near stranger. He knew, deep down, that all of it was right.

You came in a moment later with two cups of coffee. You brightened with a gasp when you saw that Charlie was awake.

“Hey.” He found a smile for you. You gave Russell the coffee you’d brought for him, but you quickly set yours down on the rolling tray so you could sit beside your brother.

Russell stepped out to give you two some privacy. You thanked him again and watched him go. Then, you turned back to Charlie with a tearful smile.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked.

“Have I said how much I love morphine?” Charlie remarked.

You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. “Yeah, how can I forget your thing for hard drugs.”

That hit sharper than a mere joke. His eyes fell away from yours. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Charlie shook his head and covered your hand with his.

“No, I’m sorry. For everything I’ve put you through. And I don’t just mean today,” he said. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

“All that matters is that you’re here, and you’re going to be fine,” you said. “I’ve already put together a list of what you’re going to need when we bring you home—”

Charlie stopped you with a squeeze of your hand.

“I’m not going home just yet,” he said.

“Well, no, not until they discharge you, but—”

Again, he gently cut you off. “You were right. I need treatment, and not just for this damn leg.”

He swept a hand through his hair and sighed.

“When they let me out of here, I’m going back to rehab,” he said. “After that, we’ll see.”

Tears stung in your eyes…but you nodded in relief. You held both of his hands then.

“You’re not doing this alone,” you told him. “I’ll be with you, every step.”

Charlie let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He felt he didn’t deserve that, but he smiled at you.

“I know. You’ll be nagging me in my head, even when you’re not there,” he said. You smirked and brushed his greasy hair away from his face.

“Damn straight,” you replied. “I’ve finally become Mom.”

Charlie shook his head in amusement, but he leveled you with a pointed finger.

“But for now, you need to go home and get some rest,” he said.

You reluctantly agreed with that too. After a full twenty-four hours without sleep, you realized that you were exhausted. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” you said. “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”

“Good. Love you too,” said Charlie. His eyelids were starting to droop from the pain medication, but he forced himself to stay awake for a little while longer. He even helped you back onto your feet with a guiding hand on your back. “Wait, is someone staying with you tonight? I don’t want you to be alone.”

You grabbed up your purse. “Don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Your brother quirked a suspicious smile at the look on your face. The one you tried to hide from him when you noticed his scrutiny.

“What, is it one of those guys who helped us?” he asked. “Is it the blonde one—Ken doll? Or the mountain man?”

Of course he knew their names, but he just wanted to mess with you. He could already see you getting flustered while you twisted the strap of your purse between your fingers and glanced at the door.

“What? No! Just go to sleep. Take advantage of the morphine while you’ve got it,” you said. “Don’t worry. I’ll call Dory.”

Charlie leveled you with a look. “Mhmm.”

He pulled the blanket higher on his chest and watched you leave. When the door swung open, he saw Russell leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

Charlie huffed. He should’ve known.

Okay, mountain man.

That was the last thought he had before he drifted off.

You left your brother’s room just about overwhelmed with a maelstrom of emotions. However, the moment you saw Russell waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, it all distilled into one simple thing.

He met your gaze and started to smile.

You smiled back, and you went to him.

You reached up to frame his face with both hands, and you searched for something in his eyes. They were tinged with surprise, but he waited on you, wondering what you were about to do.

When you thought you found what you were looking for, you raised up on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

His hands unconsciously found your waist and held you to him. He met your lips in kind, and even deepened the connection. Your fingers slipped into his hair, lightly dragging your nails against his scalp. He hummed in pleasure.

When your lips eventually parted from his, it was still too soon, he thought. Russell stared down at you with a question in his eyes—one he couldn’t help voicing.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Thank you for everything.”

Ah… Russell’s smile evened out and faded slightly.

So that was just a gesture of gratitude. He hoped you didn’t decide to thank Colter that way.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Russell said. “I’m glad Charlie’s all right.”

“No, I do need to. So thank you,” you said. Your hands drifted down his chest, plucking at the edge of his jacket.

“I don’t really want to be alone today, to be honest,” you admitted. “Would you…want to…keep me company for a while? You could rest up at my place.”

Russell’s brows raised. His lips curved.

“Well, sure. I could do that. Your couch seemed pretty comfortable,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay on the couch,” you replied.

And then, Russell finally read your meaning. He saw it in your eyes, staring up at him through your lashes.

Maybe that kiss was exactly what he thought it meant. His smile became more genuine.

“Well, okay,” he said eventually. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home then.”

You leaned against his side and gave him a lazy salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He shook his head. His smile deepened into a grin.

“You’re a little delirious, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Probably need some water,” you said with a giggle. “And God, I’m starving.”

Russell laid a gentle kiss to the side of your head that wasn’t bruised.

“All right, we’ll take care of that too,” he said.

“You know what I’m craving?” you asked. He looked down at you questioningly, and again he found your smile.

“Sriracha fries,” you said.

Russell busted out laughing at that. He fist-pumped the air with his free hand.

“Hell, yeah.”

For that, and much more, he would count today as a win.

AN: There we go! A nice fluffy finish for you. How did you like how Charlie's arc wrapped up, along with her reunion with Russell? 💜

But just wait. We're not quite done yet...

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He took in your hesitant face, then the pretty dress you had on. The color matched your eyes. Soulful eyes.

He smiled when you let him see them again.

“Can you see the bruises? I think I covered them up well enough,” you said. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror again, touching your jaw carefully.

Russell’s hand raised to find your cheek, earning your attention with wider eyes. His thumb swept across your skin as you started to blush.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Your face warmed further, despite your smile.

“Yeah, the makeup helps,” you quipped.

“I didn’t say anything about makeup,” he replied. Though he grinned and made a show of looking closer at your face. “Although, have your lashes always been that damn long?”

You laughed, but he didn’t let go of you.

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Nonna Rosa fixes it

[Now on AO3!] Okayyy, it's officially not the weekend anymore, but only for like five minutes, so technically I'm on time! This got totally away from me, and I had to actually force myself to end it where I did. Nonna Rosa took the narrative from my hands and said 'I'll take it from here', and good for her. Not to be dramatic but I love her. Anyway, if any Italian-speaking people read this: I AM SO SORRY. This is all Collins dictionary or Google Translate, I don't speak a word of Italian and I'll be very glad to correct any mistakes you might notice ♥ I hope you guys enjoy it! if you want to know more about Nonna Rosa, send me an ask, I have looots of headcanons for her (and Tommy's childhood). Here you go:

A week after breaking up with Evan, Tommy is still feeling like shit. He can barely sleep, anything he tries to eat tastes like sawdust, and he feels like he’s living on autopilot. He goes to work, he comes back home, he tries to eat, he tries to sleep, rinse and repeat. Nothing else matters, there’s nothing else he feels like doing. He doesn’t answer Howie’s texts asking how he’s doing (he answered the first one, telling Howie not to worry about him, but can’t do more than that); he completely ignores Eddie’s invitation for Muay Thai and basketball, and he comes up with an excuse as to why he can’t make karaoke bar that Thursday. And yet, there’s one thing he can’t put off, as much as he wishes to: talking to his Nonna.

Tommy calls his grandmother at least once a week; she still lives in Indiana, in the same house he spent most of his childhood in, and he knows his uncle Bart visits often. But he likes to hear from her himself. Visiting her was a rare occasion, and the last time he was able to was about four months ago. The minute he had stepped in, Nonna had asked him if he was ‘innamorato’, because he was looking so much happier than usual.

And he knows she’ll perceive his sadness just as quick, if not quicker. The woman has always been able to read him like an open book. She’s probably the only person alive who can; he’s always made sure to keep his layers hidden from everyone else, even from…

Well. Doesn’t matter now, does it?

Fact is, that if he misses his call with Nonna, it’ll be even worse. She’ll know something’s up, and he doesn’t put past her to fly across the country to check on him (he’s always been the favorite grandson and everyone knows it). So it’s best to get it over with. With a heavy sigh, he sits down on his couch (and tries not to think about how empty it feels when it’s just him in there) and rings her up, bracing himself.

“Pronto? Tommasino?” She answers the call, as always with the camera too close to her face, and that at least brings a smile to his face.

“Nonna, you need to stretch your arm a little. Remember, like Charlie showed you?” He asks with a chuckle; Charlie being his cousin’s daughter, Charlotte, who taught Nonna how to FaceTime so she could ‘see Tommasino’s pretty face more often’, in her own words.

She stretches her arm and Tommy gets a good look at her. Nonna looks the same as always, sharp blue eyes in a soft face that’s wrinkled both from age and from a lifetime of smiles. Her hair is wrapped in hair rollers and tucked safely behind a red bandana. Tommy misses her fiercely, and wishes more than ever that he could get wrapped in one of her hugs.

They always did wonders for him when he was a little boy who used to climb trees and get scrapes and bruises; when he was a scared eleven-year-old missing his mother (and as a grown-up he can appreciate Nonna was hurting at least as much as him, having lost her daughter, but still never let it show) and dealing with an angry abusive father; when he was a scared eighteen-year-old, before leaving the only home he’d ever known to join the Army. And when he was a scared 33-year-old man, coming out as gay to his 75 year-old-grandmother, afraid of being rejected by the one person alive who truly loved him, and Nonna had stood on her tiptoes, pulled him into one of those hugs, and told him all she ever wanted for Tommy was to see him happy, and that she would always love him.

A hug from his grandmother had always made Tommy feel like the world was an easier place to be faced, and right now, that’s exactly what he needs. And his longing must show in his face, because she’s frowning at him, her eyes full of concern.

“Oh, Tommasino” She says softly. “What’s wrong, bambino mio? You look so sad” She asks, and to Tommy’s horror, he finds his eyes filling up. Nonna has that way of bringing out every emotion he tries to repress.

“Everything’s wrong, Nonna, and it’s all my fault” He blurts out before he can stop himself, and the look on his grandmother’s face tells Tommy she’d be placing a sizable plate of cake and a cup of strong coffee in front of him if she could.

“You have a habit of saying things are your fault even when they aren't, so I'm afraid I'll need the entire story, my boy” She says gently, and Tommy watches as she sits down by her kitchen table (the same kitchen table where he did most of his school homework, the same kitchen table from where he always used to steal a biscotti while they were still warm), supporting her face in her hand and turning those sharp blue eyes at the phone screen. Tommy swears he can feel them pierce through his very soul. “What happened? Is it your Evanino?”

The question sends a knife right through Tommy's chest as he imagines what could have been. Gosh, Nonna would have loved Evan (who doesn't love Evan, you idiot?, he tells himself), and he knows deep in his heart Evan would have loved her as well. Every time Tommy would talk about her (which he did fairly often; he was a grandma's boy and had no shame about it), Evan would get a wistful expression on his face and tell Tommy that she sounded awesome.

He had been planning on taking Evan with him next time he managed to visit her, not wanting to introduce them through the phone. Now it's for the best he didn't; at least Nonna won't have to miss him like Tommy does.

“He… he's not mine anymore, Nonna,” He admits, his voice thick with emotion. “We broke up”

“What?! Ma comme?! You were so happy last time we talked!” She asked, and of course Tommy was happy; it was the day before their six month anniversary, and he had been so full of excitement. “Was he not happy? Is that why you're blaming yourself, Tomasino?”

A smile as bright as sunshine crosses Tommy's mind. A smile that only started to fade once Tommy told him he knew how it ended. A smile that had become his personal beacon of light in the past six months. A smile he misses like a lost limb.

“He… he was happy” He says, because that much he knows to be true; Evan was happy with him, Tommy made sure of that. His grandmother frowns at that, and Tommy doesn't blame her; the story seems convoluted, feels convoluted, even to himself, and he lived it.

“Thomas, you have to help your old grandmother, because I cannot understand what is the problem. If you were happy and he was happy, then why are you not together anymore?”

“Because he asked me to move in with him” Tommy says, and that doesn't seem to clear the situation for her. If anything, her frown deepens, and she reaches for a piece of bread, fiddling with it; Nonna could never keep her hands still, especially when she was nervous, and Tommy had inherited that from her.

“Does that mean something different when it’s two men?” She asks, completely genuine, and that earns a surprised chuckle from Tommy.

“No, Nonna” Tommy says, and all of a sudden the urge to laugh is gone again; it never lasts long, not after Evan. “It… It means the same”

“Very well, and you said no? That’s why he ended things?” She asks, and Tommy sighs brokenly, the memories of the night no less painful than when it happened.

“No. I… I broke up with him, Nonna. He asked me to move in with him, and I didn’t just say no. I… I broke up with him," Tommy admits with a heavy heart.

“Tesoro, you do realize you are not making any sense? You and your boy were happy; he asked you to move in with him, and instead you broke up with him. Then you show up looking like your heart was broken and tell me it is your fault. What am I missing, bambino?”

“I have a house, Nonna!” He snaps, finally being able to voice the things that have been stewing in his heart and mind since that night. “I have a house, and he lives in a rented loft, and it makes no sense for me to move in with him!”

Nonna doesn’t answer right away. She chews thoughtfully on her bread, letting a small silence fall between the pair of them before she eventually sighs and answers him.

“Benne, you have a point, it wouldn’t make sense. But that isn’t the whole problem, is it, Tommasino?” Nonna adds shrewdly. “You could have talked it out, explained that to him. So what made you walk out of the best thing that happened to you in years?”

Tommy can always trust Nonna to lay things down exactly as they are, no matter how painful it sounds. She’s right, he did walk out of the best thing that happened to him in years, maybe ever, and it’s getting harder and harder to justify that decision to himself.

“N-Nonna, I was… I was falling so in love with him” He tells her, and feels tears starting to prickle the corner of his eyes.

“Yes, I’ve known that since last time you were here” Nonna says impatiently. “That’s not a reason to leave, Thomas; that’s a reason to stay”

“Only if he loved me back” He says automatically, and Nonna crosses her arms, unimpressed.

“And who says he doesn’t? Did you ask him?” She asks sharply, and Tommy sighs. This conversation is taking a completely different route than what he expected.

“I didn’t have to, Nonna. I… I just know it, okay? I was his first relationship with a man. I cannot be the last, that’s not how it works. And I… I thought I was okay with it, that I could enjoy it while it lasted, but… But I didn’t expect to love him this much” He admits, as much to himself as to her. It’s all his fault, really, for falling so deeply, flying too close to the Sun. “I-it’s safer to break my own heart now than to let him do it when I’m way too deep to recover. N-not that I’m recovering all too well, but… could be worse” He finishes, already wiping the few tears that inconveniently decided to rush down his cheeks.

If Tommy expects his grandmother to nod sympathetically at that and coo at him (he kinda does; she has a habit of doing that when he cries), he has another thing coming. Nonna scoffs loudly, hitting the table with her hand, strong from decades of kneading bread. The noise is enough to startle Tommy out of tears.

“Thomas Domenico Kinard, I didn’t know me and your dear Mamma, may God have her soul, had raised an estupido vigliacco!” She exclaims, her hand flailing loudly to emphasize her words.

Tommy will be the first to admit his Italian is rusty, but he’s pretty sure she just called him a stupid coward. And. Ouch.

“Nonna!” He exclaims back, but she isn’t dissuaded. She tuts him with a sharp ‘Silenzio!’ and a raised finger, and Tommy shuts up right away. He knows that when Nonna starts, the best he can do is take the scolding, so he leans back on his couch, trying his best not to look like a chided boy who got caught stealing fruit from the neighbor’s orchard.

“You are my grandson, and I love you more than anything in this world. You are a good man with a wonderful heart, but you have one big problem, Tommaso. You always assume you know people’s feelings better than they do, and then you make your own decisions based on that without actually asking anyone. Remember when you decided I should move to California because you thought I was lonely here?” She asks, raising an eyebrow, and Tommy nods sheepishly. “Do you remember what I told you?”

“That if and when you wanted to move to California, you would let me know, but you were perfectly capable of making your own decisions” He mumbles back, the epic scolding from five years ago still fresh on his mind.

“Esattamente. Now, I think your Evanino deserves the same courtesy. He is not a silly child, Thomas. If he wants you to be his last, if he loves you, who do you think you are to decide that he doesn’t?”

“But he never said he did,” Tommy replies stubbornly. “He… He never even told me he loved me, he just asked me to move in with him. It’s like… It’s like he wanted to prove a point, Nonna. That he could be… committed, or queer, or whatever, I don’t know. But he never said he loved me”

“Did you say it to him?” Nonna asks, and Tommy stares at her with his mouth agape. Damn this woman and her ability to ask the most uncomfortable questions.

“N-no” He admits. “I… I was too afraid of him not saying it back”

“Hmmm” Nonna hums thoughtfully. “That’s your other problem, bambino mio. You think you don’t deserve to be loved. I blame that man for that” Nonna says with a scoff, and they both know exactly who she’s talking about; there’s no lost love between Rosa Lucciola and her ex-son-in-law, Brian Kinard, and the way he treated Tommy and his mother before she passed is the sole reason for it.

“Well, that’s neither here nor there, Nonna” He says with a shrug, always uncomfortable when his father becomes even a small topic of conversation, but she tuts disapprovingly.

“Ah, isn’t it? Has it never occurred to you that maybe your Evanino could have the same problem? That he was as afraid as you to show his heart and have it broken?”

Tommy desperately wants to say that he thought about it, that it occurred to him; but it hasn’t. Evan is such a sunshine of a man, always so prone to smiles and loving gestures towards anyone he cares about, that Tommy never thought there could be insecurities there. Now it makes him feel selfish and stupid (or estupido as Nonna had so accurately called him).

“Nonna…” Tommy says, his mind catching up to everything she said and a horrifying realization dawns on him. “What if he did love me back? Oh my God, did I fuck this up?!” He asks before he can stop himself.

“Language! Do not take the Signore’s name and swear in the same sentence!” She chides him, and Tommy mutters ‘sorry’, but her look is impossibly fond. “But, well. Maybe you did; maybe you didn’t. Are you going to sit around and mope or try to find out?” Nonna challenges him.

“W-what if he never loved me, Nonna? Or what if he did, but me walking out made him stop?” Tommy asks, not knowing which possibility scares him the most.

“What if he still does, Thomas?” Nonna counteracts. “What if he loves you and is too afraid to reach out because you already rejected him once, hm? Someone has to be brave, and he already was when he asked you to move in, bambino. Maybe it was a little impulsive, but his heart was in the right place; it was in your future together”

Tommy realizes Nonna is right. He can’t expect Evan to reach out (he realizes he was at some level, and he would have rushed to it; one call from Evan and Tommy would be right back to his life, ready to reheal his own heart when things inevitably went wrong, just for another glimpse of Evan Buckley’s personal sunshine); it’s his turn to fight for them. It’s his turn to be brave.

“Ah, you finally realized it, hm?” Nonna says; something must be showing on his face, because there’s a satisfied smile on her face. “Fight for that boy, Thomas. Fight for your happiness, tesoro. Prove to your Nonna you are not estupido”

“Nonna, you are most definitely the best person on the planet, and I promise you didn’t raise a estupido. I’ll do right by Evan. By… By me. By both of us” Tommy promises to her, promises to himself. He blows a kiss to the screen of his cellphone, desperately wishing he could kiss her cheek in person. “Ti amo, Nonnina” (I love you, granny)

“Ti amo, nipotini del mio cuore” (I love you, grandson of my heart) She tells him back, and a mischievous smirk appears on her face. “You better bring that boy here to try my rondelli before the year is over, you hear?”

“Dio, I hope so, Nonna” He tells her, and they say their goodbyes before hanging up. Tommy already misses her.

He holds his cellphone close to his heart, wondering if he should text Evan, but decides against it. This is too big for a text, too big for a call. He’ll go over in the morning, probably with a bouquet of flowers or whatever other extravagant gift he can come up with, ready to grovel and explain himself and beg for a second chance, even if it’s only to hear a ‘no’. Even if it’s only to let Evan yell at him and get the closure he deserves. Even if it’s only to get his already shattered heart broken into even more pieces. Tommy has to be brave.

After all, nonna and mamma didn’t raise a coward.

(Evan doesn’t say no. And when Tommy explains, after several rounds of make-up sex, what made him change his mind, he promises to send Nonna a present. The present ends up being him and Tommy, because they go to Indiana for Christmas, and Evan falls in love with Nonna and her rondelli. Just like Tommy knew he would)

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