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moral-turpitudes · 4 years ago

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To the Moon:

A/N: Totes cried while writing this but it’s fine.

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Descriptions of Character Death, Drinking, Pregnancy, Cancer, Fluff, Grief, etc.

Word Count: 4,225

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader x Anna Shelby (OC?/Daughter)

Request: “Hi this is my first request and it’s an angsty Tommy x Reader where the reader is an old flame and they didn’t work out but Thomas still loves the reader anyway, and she sends him a letter out of the blue. Apparently the reader got pregnant and had a kid but she’s really sick now and doesn’t want her kid in an orphanage. It could end in fluff but doesn’t have to.”

Requested by: @wierdestmoppet

A/N: Get ready for some sad shit. I saw the request and this is what my mind jumped to lol. I wrote this to be set like around Season 1-ish btw.

Summary: Life and death have a way of revealing the truth within us, and it can cause things to happen at the most unexpected times. This is especially true for Thomas Shelby as he realizes not even he can stop death.

Part 1 | Part 2

“Dear Thomas,

How are you? It’s been a long while and I hope you and your family are doing okay. I know this may be out of the blue, but you know I’ve never been much for planning things. You also know that I prefer getting straight to the point, so disregard any smudged writing in advance. I’m trying to keep the tears at bay while writing this, but I figured I’d burn any bridges while I still can.

I know we parted in anger but I’d love to know if you’d forgive me for how I acted. When I left during the months after you had gotten back from France, every fiber in my being wanted to stay there with you, but I couldn’t. I had no one besides you and your family and it made me feel worse, like a burden. I was so scared you’d send me away if I told you then...so I made that decision for you and I know it destroyed you.

I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that, and now of all times I’m sitting here wishing I could be back there in that dirt-covered town, walking by the cut with you just like old times...but I can’t, not in this life anyway.

It saddens me greatly to know I’ll never see your face again, but for the sake of time I’ll be blunt. A couple weeks after I left, call it karma if you will, I fell more ill and went to the doctor. When I left, my suspicions were confirmed. I was pregnant.

I fought the urge to call you though and I regret that to this day, but I’m writing this now to hopefully make up for it.

I had not been with anyone else the whole time you were deployed. But if you can think back, you’ll remember our time at the Garrison and how you’d brought me home. That night stuck with me for nine months, Thomas. I had a beautiful baby girl who I named Anna. And the best part is that she has your eyes.

With all that said, I know this is a lot to take in, but I have one dying wish. You see, I’ve been diagnosed with cancer and the doctors said I have only days left to live. I’m...I’m trying so hard not to cry because I don’t want to wake the poor girl, but I can’t go on much longer and she deserves a good life...One that I can’t give her. I’d love for her to not have to go to the orphanage, as it would break my heart. So I’m asking you to do probably one of the hardest things you’ve had to do in some time, my love. I’m asking if you’d be willing to take in our Anna?

I’ve always wanted her to meet her father, and I wanted to wait until she got older to do so...but it seems life had a way of throwing off those plans as you can see.

I just wanted to let you know in case a lovely little one year old shows up at the shop soon. I’ve sent my friend here in London to take her to you after I pass. I know you may not love me anymore Tom, but I hope that whatever love is still in your heart, you can give that to our daughter. And that you can also find a place in your heart for forgiveness, I know I have.

I’m not expecting anything else, but I truly wish you the best in life, both for you and the family. I’ll think of Anna and you when I sleep tonight. That’s about as close to being in heaven as I can think of.

With all my love,

Y/N Y/L/N”

Thomas set down the letter, hands shaking as he slid his finger over the dried ink that was smudged in various spots by her tears.

He sat there with his head in his hands, tears silently falling from his eyes as the memories came flooding back.

He had just gotten the business in line, and had a good thing going with his family. Even securing a legal betting license, but just as he’d known all his life, he couldn’t get his hopes up when it came to love. Every woman he’d ever loved seemed to have an expiration date, and this one tore him to the core.

As he sat there, the rain pattered on the windows of his office at the shop. The sound only fueling the rage inside him as he came to terms with the letter.

He had thought she’d moved because she found someone new or thought she’d gone off to find a job somewhere perhaps. But he didn’t expect this. After all, he still loved her. He was never good at showing it but he truly did love her and now she was being ripped from him without even getting to say goodbye.

He took a shot from his glass at his desk and threw it in frustration, shards exploding on the ground like tiny specs of glitter.

As he watched the shards shimmer in the dim light, he remembered the fancy envelope. Frantically picking it up and seeing a small picture hanging out of the corner that he must’ve missed before.

It was of Y/N holding Anna. Y/N had a weakened look to her as she sat on the steps of her apartment in a light green dress. It was her favorite color after all, and he knew that.

She had the brightest smile despite her frail state as well and it instantly caused him to smile too. When his eyes landed on his daughter it only grew and he felt his throat tighten as he cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

She indeed had his striking blue eyes though, and the beautiful color of her mother’s hair. With tears threatening to fall, he noticed she had her smile too, thanking whatever gods above that she didn’t get his toothy grin.

As he admired the picture, he remembered seeing the date and a phone number scribbled on the letter, her handwriting noticeably declining compared to when she used to write him long ago during the war.

Without a second thought, he called her number hoping she’d answer. His heart stopping for a moment as he heard static on the other end before it picked up, a faint voice saying “Y/L/N Residence.” in response.

“H-Hello, I’m sorry it’s late but this is Thomas Shelby. Is Y/N there?” He asked, his voice trembling as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“I never thought you’d call...” She said.

“You sound...different.” He said.

Y/N laughed, and he swore he could feel his heart pound at the faint sound of it.

“Death does that to ya.” She said, making light of the situation.

“Y/N...I-I got your letter. I know we don’t have much time...but I love you. I do. I-I love you so fucking much okay?” He said frantically, sitting down at his desk.

“I’m not dead yet.” She lightly chuckled.

“I know...just wanted to let you know I do love you, and that I forgive you. For everything.” He said quietly.

“I thought you’d moved on Tom...But I love to you too. I’m so sorry I’ve put you through this...” she said, breathing heavily.

“Don’t you worry sweetheart. You’ve done nothing wrong. I-uhm...I haven’t moved on. I could never move on from you, Y/N...” He said, her name on his tongue like a spark. He hadn’t said her name so often in ages.

“Did you get the picture?” She asked.

“Yes. You’re beautiful. Anna is too. Beautiful just like her mother.” He said, holding the picture in his hand.

“I was so excited when she opened her eyes. I’m so glad she has yours.” She said, her voice fading a bit as she reminisced.

“And I’m glad she has your smile my love. Can’t have her running around with a smile like mine aye?” He joked.

“Oh stop.” She chuckled.

He laughed lightly as she continued, her breathing audible over the phone.

“I’m happy the letter got to you when it did. I was trying to hold out for you both.” She said, her voice thickening as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m happy it did too. You’re the strongest woman I know. You know that right?” He said, wiping his own tears from his eyes as he heard her crying.

“I want our Anna to grow up strong too. Have you considered my offer?” She asked.

Thomas hesitated, his hands were shaking more than they had when first reading the letter.

“Yes. I-I don’t have a nursery yet, but I’ll be able to get things sorted in no time, alright love?” He said.

Y/N sighed with relief. “Good...you don’t know how happy that makes me. I’m...I’m holding her little hand right now. She’s got a firm grip just like her daddy.” She said, sniffling.

“Good. She can rough house with Finn when she’s older.” He said.

“Just...protect her Tommy. She’s so sweet. I love her so much...” She said, her voice weakening.

“I love you, to the moon and back you hear me? Is the nurse with you?” He asked, noticing her voice changing.

“Y-yes. My friend is too. Told her to bring Anna as soon as I go. I-I’m so scared Tom...” She said, her voice cracking as she cried.

“And I love you to the moon and back too sweetheart. I just wish I could have you here with me.” She continued.

“I know you’re scared Y/N. Just hold Anna’s little hand and listen to my voice...okay? Everything will be alright. I-I promise.” He said, his own voice cracking as more tears ran down his face.

“I’ll always protect our daughter. And I’ll tell her how much you meant to me and how much you loved her. I’ll always love you. Always, to the moon and back aye?” He said.

Her breath shallowed as she answered, the last of her strength fading as she spoke.

“I love you both. To the moon...and back.” She said, taking a final breath before her eyes closed and her body went slack, including the finger that her daughter was clutching onto while lying beside her in bed.

The line was silent as Tommy listened. His heart nearly broke when he heard Anna’s cries, and her friend and the nurse sniffling as they helped around the room.

“M-Mr. Shelby? This is the nurse. I know this is hard...but would you like her ashes or would you prefer her to have a traditional burial? She never got the chance to specify.”

He wiped his tears on his sleeve and looked out the window as the rain fell, the moon shining brightly as he gazed up.

“Traditional burial. She needs to be where she’s loved. My family will be in touch as soon as we can.” He said.

“Alright. We recommend doing it soon, tomorrow perhaps. Her friend just left with Anna and will be by your shop in the morning.” She said.

“Uhm...yeah tomorrow is fine. Bring Y/N to the fields and we’ll take care of the rest. I’ll be here at the shop when Anna gets here.” He said, his mind feeling like it was about to explode.

“Alright. I will see you tomorrow Mr. Shelby.” She said.

“Alright.” He whispered before hanging up the phone.

He frantically strode over to his whiskey stash, downing a good portion of it before he ran to the shops bathroom. The mixture of suddenly ingesting all that alcohol and his frazzled nerves taking its toll.

When he composed himself, he freshened up as best he could and splashed cold water over his face, trying to wash the memories and the rush of the alcohol away.

As he made his way back to his office, he thought to call everyone. Even if they were sleeping, this was the one time he truly needed everyone in the family.

“Polly? It’s me. I’m going to need uhm...a crib...and a funeral lined up in the fields. Can you bring the crib here to the shop? I-I guess I’ll need anything baby related.” He stammered.

“Holy mother...slow down please! What are you talking about?!” She asked tiredly through the phone.

“It’s Y/N...yes...her....she left me because she was pregnant and she had the baby and she’s mine. Her name is Anna and she’ll be here in the morning. Y/N she uhm...she died. I just talked to her as she passed alright? She ended up having fucking cancer. She wrote to me and...and it was her dying wish that I take care of Anna for her. I need everyone here. This is the one thing I can’t do alone, Poll.” He said frantically.

Polly stayed silent as she processed what was said, he could hear her sniffling as she spoke.

“Christ have mercy....I’ll call everyone in. You try to get some sleep even if you’re lying on the shop floors. You can’t take care of your daughter drunk like that. I can hear it in your voice.” She said before hanging up.

Polly quickly got ready, waking up little Finn and sadly explaining to him what happened. Together they gathered an old crib from when Ada stayed over with Karl a couple nights, and she found some baby food and diapers.

Next on her list was to call Ada as she had more things at the ready, and she and the rest of the blinders were just as shocked as the news rolled in.

2 hours had passed and Tommy had forced himself to lie down with his coat draped over him on his office floor. The half empty bottle of whiskey smashed to pieces from when he’d gotten off the phone with Polly.

His eyes were blood shot and moving rapidly under his closed eyelids, dreams of coming to save Y/N from the inevitable somehow threatening his mind as he watched her disappear like a ghost. His eyes flew open though as he heard the shop doors close. His tragic slumber interrupted further by numerous heavy boots on the floor.

He sat up slowly, trying to smooth out his hair and putting his coat on as the draft from the cool night air crept in through the creaky floors and window sills.

He sat there on the floor, not having the strength to get up as Polly and the rest of his blinder brothers came into the dark room.

“Tommy...Polly told us what’s happened. I’m so sorry...” Ada said, holding a large bag of everything baby related that she could find. Little Finn held a small crib and Polly had a blanket in her arms as well as a small bag of food.

“Everything was fine a couple hours ago, I was just ‘bout to go home then I saw the letter on my desk...” He said, wishing selfishly that he could turn back time.

“Look mate...we have your back. Just tell us what ya need done and we’ll do it. It’s a family meeting after all.” John said, nervously biting the toothpick in his mouth.

“I...I spoke with the nurse. She said they recommend having the funeral tomorrow. We’re having it in the field like we usually do. It’s what she would’ve wanted probably. I couldn’t let them burn her and stuff her in some urn. She deserves better. God damn it...” He said putting his head in his hands. He’d always been the one in control. He’d always had a solid plan, a solid mode of attack, but this was something he had no control over. Just as much as life had control over death. It was all out of his hands.

“I’ll go get Johnny Dogs and the Lee’s help with all that, you stay here Tom.” John said, kissing Esme goodbye as he went out into the night.

“Oi, brother do you want me to go with him? I promise I won’t do anything this time.” Arthur said, crouching down by his brother and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t care, as long as Anna gets here safely and as long as Y/N can have a decent place to be buried in. That’s all I’m on about now. Fuck the rivalries, for one day.” He said. It wasn’t like him to stop condoning a lot of violence, but perhaps this made him have a change of heart.

He glanced at the photo she sent him, his eyes glossing over as he held it in his shaking hands.

“She has my eyes.” He said, his own filling with tears that not many of his family had seen in so long.

“She’s beautiful.” Polly said, sitting by him on the floor. Little Finn helped set the crib down and Esme and Ada helped clean up the mess Tommy had made.

“She is...” he said.

Around 4 hours later, John and some of the Lee’s returned and told them they’d gotten everything set up and Tommy had met with the nurse. She was dressed in a black dress and a black coat, and holding a silver necklace with a light green stone in it. It was Y/N’s that Tommy had given her before he went off to war.

“She wanted you to keep this, to give to Anna...she thought maybe as an 18th birthday gift would be nice...” She said, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” He said, putting the necklace in his jacket, clasping the button on the small pocket so it was secure.

As the night blurred into the morning, Polly and Esme napped in the chairs as Tommy rested his head at his desk. Finn and the rest all finding places to doze off to in various corners of the shop.

As much as Thomas hated everyone sleeping uncomfortably, he knew it was good they were here. He needed the support whether his pride liked it or not.

It was around 6 am when the nurse arrived again, letting him know Y/N’s funeral things were all set up. And it wasn’t long after that a small car pulled up. A woman with blonde hair and a black dress getting out quickly as she reached for the little girl.

Her faint cries were heard as Thomas watched from the doorway, alert and ready to do what he had to do for the coming days, and eventually years.

“Hello Mr. Shelby. My name is Jess. I was a good friend of Y/N’s. Here’s your daughter. I hope she’ll be a comfort to you.” She said quickly as she handed her to him.

He nervously cradled her into his arm as she squirmed in defiance at first. The new person holding her making her only want her mother more.

“Hey...hey...shhh. It’s alright love. It’s okay. Daddy’s here. It’s okay.” He cooed, carefully swaying a bit as he held her. As she adjusted to her new surroundings, she gradually stopped crying, her bright blue eyes opening and landing on her fathers face. Tears were coating her cheeks as she looked up at him in silence, curiously as she took in the man holding her.

“It’s okay. I promise.” He said, gently wiping her tears as he carried her inside.

Polly and the girls gasped quietly so as not to startle her too much. But she cried nonetheless, the new people overwhelming her. Tommy cooed again and gave her his finger to hold, helping her out of her crying fit.

“You’re a natural Tommy. Must’ve been all the babysitting when we were little.” Ada said, as she watched her niece slowly stop crying.

“I can only hope so.” He said, looking down at his little girl. John and Arthur and the others came near as quietly as they could, watching as she had a death grip on Tommy’s finger.

“She’s a strong little bugger. Finn you’ll have to show her the ropes ya know.” Arthur said, Finn looked on curiously at his new niece and nodded.

“Not till she’s older. We have to protect her alright, Y/N will strike me down if we don’t.” Tommy said, smiling a bit as he wondered where her soul was now.

“How about we let you be? We’ve set everything up in your office, so it should suffice until later today when you can take her home. The funeral is at noon. So everyone get home and get ready and meet at the field.” Polly said, before patting Thomas’ shoulder. He was in shock at the nights events, but his daughter luckily helped him from spiraling too far down.

The hours leading up to the funeral were spent trying to feed and change her and having Polly come back early to show him the ropes. Anna was dressed in a small black dress and wrapped in the soft blanket Polly had brought, her cries echoing throughout the shop as everyone gathered their things.

“She’s gonna be a little hell-raiser, I already know.” Polly said.

“Good. Maybe she can take over this place someday aye?” Tommy said, placing his cap on as Polly nestled her into the car with her.

“If she wants to that is.” Polly said, closing the door and looking at the little bundle. Tommy started the car and drove off towards the fields, the bonfire sending smoke into the air upon their arrival.

Tommy stopped the car and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he sat there.

“Are you alright? We can take a minute if you need it Tom.” Polly asked, putting her hand in his shoulder.

He wiped a stray tear from his eye and ran a hand over his face before looking back at his little girl. Her eyes wandering over him as he sat there.

“No. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine, we just have to say goodbye that’s all.” He said, getting out of the car and gently picking up Anna.

She protested at first, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked around, but they stopped once she saw her fathers face. He was grinning slightly at her and stroking her hair, trying to make sure she was alright.

“She’s okay. She’s probably bloody overwhelmed, poor thing. It’ll be like that for a while, but you can do this Thomas.” Polly said, walking towards the field.

“We can do this right Anna? We have to say bye to mummy alright? It’ll be okay my love.” He said, her cries stopping as he walked with her in his arms and towards the wagon and the bonfire.

The smoke invaded everyone’s lungs as the flames grew around the wagon. Everyone who knew her back when they dated coming together to say some nice words or to offer up small prayers.

Tommy couldn’t say anything, fearing he’d break down, but he stood there holding their daughter, throwing a rose towards the flames and silently thinking of her. Hoping she’d watch over them while she was up there.

As the ceremony ended, he wiped a stray tear away and carried the little girl around the remains of the fire, trying to think of a plan for their new life.

Anna mumbled as he sat with her on a nearby log, giving her rose petals to play with from one of the leftover bouquets.

“Those were your mums favorite.” He said, hearing her mumbling in baby babble.

“M-mama.” She said lightly, looking out at the fire. Thomas felt his throat closing as she said it, wishing nothing more than to bring her back.

“Yes love...Mama is gone but dads got ya now love. She loved you so much...” He said, tear running down his cheek as he kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him as he held her on his lap, still gripping his hand like a security blanket and smiling like Y/N.

Over the next couple months they both grew used to each other’s company. She was babbling more and not crying as much, but she could always sense something was missing. Thomas was home more now than he’d ever been, always keeping an eye on her and taking her to the shop when he’d go to work. Everyone loved her though, as they all took turns watching the little girl.

“She’s doing so well. I know Y/N would be proud, Tommy.” Ada said, patting his shoulder as he stood at the window, looking at the night sky.

“She would aye? I’m seeing more of Y/N in her each day. Only a matter of time before she takes Finn out though.” Tommy said smirking.

“I can’t wait to see that.” Ada said, slowly walking away to do her paperwork.

Tommy walked in his office to see Finn playing with her, giving her random toys as she sat up in a chair, and watching her throw them to the side as soon as she saw her father.

She smiled her little smile and threw her hands up towards him as he walked to her, crouching down and scooping her up as she giggled.

In the silence between them he’d often look up after the long day and see the moon, hoping Y/N would be looking back at them from up there, and he’d whisper to himself that they were alright, hoping in some way she’d know they were.

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sweetchup · 5 years ago

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N.E.R.D.S

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: None

Word count: 3,000+

Warnings: Slight Mature content, Slight Yandere/Stalkerish themes, and Shalnark being a Shark

Today was going to be the last day. The last day at this terrible job. After this shift you were going to call up your boss and officially quit.

At first working at a nearby Cyber Cafe sounded fun. It was close to your flat and had a reasonable paycheck. Plus being surrounded by video games and fellow nerds sounded even fun. Yet it wasn’t. You should’ve walked out on your first day, for in the very first moments of walking into the place you stepped onto a melted, probably expired as well, chocolate bar. In your brand new shoes as well. It was disgusting and tragic, yet not the worst thing that has happened at this job.

In a simple sense while you worked here you weren’t an employee of a fine establishment, you were basically a servant. You were called upon again and again to make food and drinks for people, picked up after people when they left, yelled at when prices were too high or you told them what to do, jeered at by your boss, deal with horrible and lazy coworkers and had to fix the computers when they broke down (instead of taking it to a proper tech shop).

Most of the time, you could deal with that. You would just bite your tongue and give your most friendliest employee smile. But in no ways you could handle the many costumers you were groped or harassed by. Half the time you just wanted to take one of the electric cords, wrap it around their neck and just strangle them. But you were a reasonable person, a responsible adult so you would just report it to your manager. Though, of course, the situation was mostly just shrugged off. According to him, customers know best. What a load of bullcrap.

If customers truly knew best then why were you on your knees cleaning the 33th piece of trash scattered at this computer station. Hell you had filled 1 ½ trash bags just by yourself from cleaning up after people. That was too much. They should know how to pick up after themselves, you aren’t their mother.

Stretching and popping your back, you stand up. All the empty stations were finally sparkling cleaned. Though it did come at the price of your back. You’ll probably need to see a chiropractor or at least get a message from all the leaning and bending over you do at your job.

It also didn’t help that your coworker, Susan, called in sick last minute so you were stuck with an extra shift today and the graveyard shift at that.

“Sick my ass..” You grumbled under your breath, making your way back to your desk in the corner.

Since the place wasn’t busy tonight you could probably get away with watching anime or playing a new game. Hell even a nap if you got comfortable enough. Yet you stop when you see someone. His head was down on the desk but you knew it was him just from his golden hair being lighted up from the computer screen.

‘What was his name again? Shalnark? Yeah shalnark.’

Shalnark was an unfamiliar face. He showed up randomly at the cafe three days ago. It was pretty hard not to notice him. Wearing a lilac purple outfit and a constant smile on his face, he hadn’t moved since he entered. Tapping away constantly at the computer in front of him. He had been pretty nice to you and even cleaned up after himself. You actually liked talking to him the few times you talked. Though it was somewhat creepy when for some reason he knew your name when he first checked in. Though that was probably due to your name tag or maybe you had met once before at a party or something, you seemed close in age.

On top of that it was gobsmacking, yet pretty impressive, that he has slept once in the 3 days he’s been here. The other coworkers caught onto it as well in their shifts when you weren’t here. Yet it seems even Shalnark can’t run away from Father Sleep. Especially based on the fact he was currently faced down on his desk, with empty coffee cups surrounding him of course.

Suddenly you shiver as another puff of cold air comes out of the air conditioner. That was another thing you didn’t understand about the owner. Why in the world did he keep the cafe at freezing temps? Even in the winter right now. Biting your lip and rubbing your hands across the thick sweater on your arms for warmth you look concerned at Shalnark.

Was he cold? Normally you wouldn’t care about customers but he seemed like a nice guy, well except for the first time you talked but even then, it was probably your name tag. You just couldn’t help but be concerned since he was wearing a tank top in the winter.

Making up your mind you grabbed one of the many blankets and pillows in the lobby and walked over to him. Shakily you stand over him, slightly scared to wake the attractive man up from his slumber.

As you think over your decision you notice something interesting on the computer screen in front of you.

“The Dragon Eye Collection…”

It was on his notepad too. Why was he researching the Dragon Eye Collection? Sure they were a collection of 5 of the most beautiful fire opals in the world. But they were owned by the emperor, more like dictator, HuinYa Fushi of the Baiys Region. Due to his way of ruling with an iron fist, no one knew what they looked like or where they were exactly located, all that people knew was that they definitely exist. What in the world would Shalnark want with that? Was he maybe a reporter or even a Gem hunter? Though that wasn’t any of your concern. You shouldn’t pry into someone's life or business like that anyways.

Placing your hand on Shalnark’s shoulder you ever so lightly shake him. How was he asleep? His skin was practically frozen to the touch.

“Mr Shalnark?”

After a few more soft calls of his name he finally awoke. Sitting up, he squints under the computer’s harsh glow and looks over to you. He blinked a couple of times more, clearing struggling to keep himself awake. Though the bags under his eyes already told you he was plenty sleep deprived.

“I’m sorry for waking you, Mr Shalnark. But I came to bring you a blanket and a pillow. I wouldn’t want you to hurt your neck or catch a cold.”

You hold out for the blanket and pillow for him to take but he only shakes his head. His usual smile across his face, though it was less pleasant now with the bags under his eyes.

“Thank you (y/n)! But, please, there’s no need. I need to get back to wor…….”

The smile across his face disappears and his head droops down. He seems to practically, almost, pass out right then and there but he thankfully catches himself. Trying to somehow play it off, he leans an arm against the desk.

“To work! Yes work! I'm a very busy man after all.” Shalnark laughs off. Giving you a wink, he turns his attention back to screen in front of him.

Biting your lip you don’t know what to do. You definitely don’t believe he’s ok yet you also can’t force him to sleep. You two are strangers after al—

“Oh!” You let out in surprise and shock.

With a quick reflex you lung forward and catch Shalnark before his head hits the desk. Thank goodness you were still standing there, that could have really hurt. You lean him back but Shalnark stops you as he grabs on one your arm that was holding onto his shoulder and a little across the front of his chest. With tired eyes he shoots you an apologetic look.

“Sorry I didn’t know what came over me at that moment.” He apologizes; squeezing your arm.

You bit your lip again for the third time tonight. He needs sleep. He can’t continue going on like this, he could actually get hurt or even sick. Ever so lightly you push him to lean back into his chair. He goes to rebut you but you lean down to his face, making him go quiet.

“I’m sorry Mr Shalnark but I think you should go to bed.”

“But—“

Playfully you hold a finger up to his nose and boop it.

“No buts Mister. It’s time for bed.”

It was unprofessional and even childish of you to boop a grown man’s nose and tell him it’s time for bed. But you could easily see he was obviously trying to fight back and hooping his nose seemed to stun him.

While he was still stunned, you reclined the big office chair and put the blanket and pillow on him. It wasn’t as comfy as a bed but anything is better than sleeping hunched over a desk at this point.

As you finally get him to settle in his eyes begin to droop, yet he seems to continue to try and fight against it. Reaching a hand out you rub and groom Shalnark’s hair. He looks up at you as you shoot him a small smile.

“You need to go to bed, Shalnark. It’s okay to take a rest sometimes you know.”

His eyes go wide for a second and he opens his mouth wide like a fish.

“It’s you…it’s actually you. I can’t… the troupe is relying on me… I need to stay awake to figure out the location… the boss is relying on… me…” Shalnark mumbles out. His voice getting quieter and quieter.

And with that Shalnark was out cold.

Well at least you figured out that he does know you from somewhere. You wonder where. Also, the boss huh? He had to do something for him?

You looked over to the computer screen and notes in front of you. No wonder he was stressed out. You would be too if your boss and all of your workplace was relying on you to figure this out.

You could…you could always help him. You check the clock behind you. It was around 2am. Even if you took a nap now it wouldn’t be for much time and you did want to quit after tonight.

Making a decision you pull a chair over and look around you. The coast was clear as no one seemed to be watching. Stretching your fingers you put them to the keyboard and activate your aura.

You didn’t use Nen often but you were a talent transmitter. Through vigorous training you had managed to turn your Nen into data and electric signals. It was useless in battle for all you could do at most was glitch your body but, then again, you were never much of a fighter either.

Glitching and hacking through vast codes on the computer you finally make it onto the secret government site of the Fushi Empire. That was a piece of cake for you. You could probably even sneak in an episode of Bokemon after all this was done before you had to leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean you quit?!?”

Sighing you leaning against the counter. Tapping your fingers against the surface. “Like I said before I quit. It’s just not the right job for me.”

“You can’t! I won’t allow you, you un—“

Done with your manager's bullshit you hang up the phone and take a sip from your coffee. After a couple of more sips you were able to finish the cup. Walking around the desk you toss the cup into the trash.

Taking one last look at the place around you, you grab your bag. You would like to say you will miss the place but… you definitely won’t. This place could burn in hell for all you cared.

Wrapping your jacket tighter you step out of the building and into the cold. Wow you didn’t even realize it was still snowing from last night. It was actually nice to see snow in the city for the first time.

Your phone suddenly dings, a text from your landlord?. Oh! Someone had finally accepted your roommate's application for your flat. That’s awesome. Biting your lip, you just type back ��yes’.

You technically should’ve looked into the document she sent along with the text which was about the roommate. But you just really need someone to split the rent with you so you honestly didn’t care who it was at this point.

“(Y/n)!”

Jumping, startled and surprised, you turn around fast at the call but are suddenly knocked over and in a snowbank. Now wide awake, you moan in discomfort as Wetness seeps into your jacket from the snow and you begin to wiggle at the coldness at your skin.

“W-What the hell?! Get off of me!” You yell out, startled and still unsure who is above you. Was this some creepy stalker? You hoped not. Wiggling more faster now, you try to get out of the snow.

You stop dead in your tracks as you hear a groan above you. Finally able to see the person, you realize it was no other than Shalnark above you. His mouth slightly open and a dark expression on his face.

What had you— oh god. You blush a crimson red. Could this get anymore embarrassing? You hadn’t realized that while you were trying to get away you hadn’t also, unintentionally, rubbed against his crotch.

Apologizing profusely, you somehow now get up and hold out a shaky hand to help him up as well. Shalnark smiled at you. Though it wasn’t like his usual smile it had an unnerving tint to it now that sent a shiver up your spine.

Startled and uneasy you decide to look away at something else. Wow did the wall get a new crack in it? Oh man that sure is interesting. Did Mrs Glain change out the lilacs again? That was nice of her—

“(Y/n)?”

You grow stiff at Shal’s voice and hesitantly meet his gaze. It still made you uneasy. Everything was the same about him yet you can’t help but feel on edge and slightly violated in his presence now. You just couldn’t figure out why.

“Y-yes?”

“I just wanna say thanks for the information you got me! Boss will sure be happy. Hmmmm….I’m not sure how you got these, you must be a really skilled hacker.”

He expressively gestures to the papers in his bag that you printed and wrote on.

“Oh yeah umm no problem.” You nonchalantly answer. Trying to ignore his hacker comment.

“I’m just wondering... how did you get into those websites (y/n)? It sure was hard for me.”

Shalnark asks and secretly shuffles a little closer to you, still an unchanging smile on his face. He was weirdly sneaky about it. Now this was just starting to get creepy. Then you suddenly realize something, did he not realize?

“A-ah I just had to find out the right codes and inputs and stuff you know?”

You start to shuffle back. You didn’t mind being asked questions or someone moving closer. It’s just… you just realized... Blushing you start to move a little faster away.

“Ah-h I really have to get home you-u know? Work just finished and stuff and I have to get rested up for my next shift. You—you know being a good employee and stuff. I’ll see you again sometimes.” Stuttering and tripping over your words you finally walk away from Shalnark. You were just glad you were out of that mess. That was so embarrassing and creepy.

Sighing, you grab your phone from your pocket and turn it on. You scroll through your apps for a little before stopping and selecting “Bokemon Go”. You needed to see if the new bokemon “Baporine” was in the area after all.

“Oh you like Bokemon Go as well. I didn’t take you as such a nerd (y/n)~”

Startled, you let out a ‘eep’ and crane your neck to see that Shalnark was literally right behind you. He literally got as close as he could without touching. It also didn’t help that he still had…

Face red again at the thought you fast walk to the bus stop. Though that didn’t work for Shalnark was on your tail the whole time, constantly asking questions.

“I was just joking (y/n)! I love that game as well.”

“Oh have you caught the new Baporine?”

“Wait, do you also know Nen? I think I see aura around you~.”

“Hahah you totally do. What category are you?”

“Do you—“

Reaching the bus you had finally had enough of his antics. Pulling him down by his collar, you glare at him.

“Why are you following me?” You whispered yelled at him. He looks confused for a second before letting out a teasing smile.

“So we are whispering now? Is this a sec—“ You cut him off.

“Answer my question.”

He opens his mouth to do so but before he can, the thing you couldn’t look at or say is, is finally said out loud. And by a young child at that.

“Mommy. Why wrong with that man’s pants? Why is there a bump in the front—“

The mother doesn’t make it better, of course, and lets out a screech in shock. Quickly shielding the child’s eyes and pulling the child away. Leaving you two alone at the bus stop.

Your face beet red and frozen in embarrassment you look at Shalnark’s face.. He looks down at his *ahem* problem and looks back at you. And he, I shit you not, looks you dead in the eye and says.

“Ah so that’s what’s wrong?” He says. Kind of amazed, yet kind of shrugging it off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!? HOW DID YOU NOT REALIZE IT BEFORE” You screech out. Totally losing your cool.

He pouts at your freak out.

“I just didn’t realize it.”

Rubbing your temples you take a deep breath and look at the most likely mid-twenties man in the eyes.

“How do you not realize you are walking around with a full on erection??”

“Well It just doesn’t usually happens. I usually don’t get excited by a girl easily. Though I do usually like to toy with the smart ones,” He suddenly looks down at your chest. His face blushing a little and a small smile spreading across his face. “It also doesn’t help that you have the perfect pair of—“

You clamp your hand over his mouth before he can finish that sentence. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking. You were honestly tired. Working two back to back shifts wasn’t easy.

“Shalnark. Please just… just go home.” You say exhausted and defeated.

You drop your hand from his mouth and he only looks at you confused.

“Hmm? But I am?”

“Hah?!?” Now angry you grab the man by his shirt. You might actually fulfill your life long dream of strangling a man today, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?”

Shalnark smiles; an unsettling one at that and grabs his phone from his pocket. As you look at the red phone your stomach drops to the ground. Oh. That number and conversation means. Oh god.

Shalnark giggles and leans over to your ear. His warm breath against the shell causes a shiver up your spine. Taking a gulp and you hear him whisper two dreaded words.

“Hello roomie~”

You should’ve checked the document.

Bonus:

(On the bus)

“Hey (y/n)~ now that we are roommates you wouldn’t mind if we fuc—“

“Shal. Just take a cold shower”

“Huh?!? You're so mean (y/n)! You’re nothing like the girl that took care of me last night. Oh~ Mr Shalnark~ your so handsome Mr—”

“F***king hypocrite”

“Why did you hit me?! That hurt!”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh scenarios #scenarios #shalnark #shalnark x reader

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thebrotherssalvatore321 · 4 years ago

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 5

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: DamonxOc, TylerxOc, ElijahxOc, KlausxOc endgame. (Oc is only ever with one guy at a time.) Warning: Physical and Mental Abuse.

Like the morning before, Damon woke up first, but this morning felt different. It took him a minute to realize that for the first time in a fairly long time, he woke up happy. The revelation threw him for a loop. He had a simple plan when he came to Mystic Falls. Three easy steps: wait for the comet to pass, get the crystal, open the tomb under the church and get Katharine back. A weird teenage girl who was equal parts accepting, cautious and teasingly sexy, did not fit into that equation. She was innocent and innocent girls were never his thing. They were too…complicated and clingy, but Katie was somehow different. He also hadn’t expected to find Katharine’s look alike when he came to town. He wanted Elena and hated that his brother had gotten her first. He knew why he wanted Elena, she looked like Katherine. But Katie was a puzzle he didn’t know if he could solve.

As he contemplated he watched Katie sleeping. If he wanted to, with a simple snap of her neck, he could turn her and make her his forever. He was seriously thinking about it, but his eyes landed on the open text book on her desk and he changed his mind. She had a bright, well deserved future ahead of her and if he turned her...her whole life would change. He couldn't do that to her.

He was zoned out, staring at the textbook, when Katie's eyes fluttered open and landed on him. His eyes were so still, he wasn't even blinking. “What are you thinking about?” She asked and he jumped. She laughed.

“I was thinking about why I came back to Mystic Falls.” He answered resting his hand on her bare side.

“Came back?” She asked, placing her hand on his chest just to feel the hard muscles beneath his soft skin.

“I was born here.” He answered. “I lived here until I was 24.” He slid his hand up her warm side. “Every once in a while I come home to check up on things.”

“Is that how old you are physically?” She asked and he nodded as his hand slid over her chest to cup the side of her neck. “So why did you come back if not to check up on things?”

“To rescue the love of my life.” He told her without cracking a smile.

“Who are you talking about?” She asked, giving him a playful glare. “Because I know it’s not me.”

“I could be talking about you.” He said with a teasing smile as he slid his index finger over her slightly chapped bottom lip.

She made a buzzer sound, “Wrong answer. Try again.”

“Her name’s Katherine.” He told her as he slid his finger down her small, nearly perfect, freckled nose making her smile.

“Stefan’s ex girlfriend, Katherine?” She asked and he rolled his eyes.

“She...dated both of us.” He said reluctantly. “At the same time.”

“I’m trying really hard not to judge this chick. So I’m gonna keep my mouth shut until you tell me more about her.” she said as she wrinkled her nose at the thought of being with two brothers like that.

“No, judge away, she’s a manipulative bitch.” He said as he ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of his face.

“But you love her?” she asked with a frown. He nodded and hummed a positive answer. “Why, if she’s such a bad person?”

“She was…beautiful, adventurous, and fun.” He said letting a small smile slip while talking about her. “And her laugh was just…crazy.” His smile grew bigger.

“I heard she died in a fire?” she asked a little confused since he had used both “is” and “was” while talking about Katherine.

“That’s what Stefan thinks.” He said as he slid his hand down her chest between her breasts. He could feel her heart start racing. “I know the truth.”

She grabbed his hand, took it off of her chest and set it on her hip. “Which is?” she asked now that she could concentrate.

“She’s still alive, but barely.” He said making Katie even more confused. “There’s a council of people in this town, or at least there was in the 1830’s, that knew about vampires. They rounded them up and put them in the church to be burned. But Katherine had a witch to save her. They locked her in a tomb under the church. She’s still there.”

“So why haven’t you gotten her out sooner than this?” Katie asked. Damon brushed his thumb back and forth over her smooth skin, wondering if he was telling her too much.

“The witch used a magic crystal and the power of a comet to seal her in. I had to wait for the comet to pass over again before the crystal would work to break the seal.” He explained, looking her up and down. “The crystal is at the Lockwood’s, hidden in one of the boxes that’s part of the heritage display. That’s why I need to go tonight, to get it back.”

Remembering that she still needed to go by a dress she picked up her cell phone and checked the time. It was seven, stores didn’t open until eight. “So you need me to help you get the crystal so you can get your half dead vampire girlfriend out of the tomb?” she asked just trying to get the story straight.

“And I need you to keep everything I just told you to yourself. No one else knows she’s down there and I need it to stay that way.” He told her then grabbed both sides of her waist and rolled onto his back. She smiled and moved her legs so that she was straddling him.

“Okay. I’ll put it in the vault, lock it away with the fact that you and Stefan are vampires.” She sighed the words as she watched him grab her hands then give them a jerk pulling her down so that her face was just inches away from his.

“You…are…amazing, you know that?” he asked then pressed his lips to hers. He had been expecting some kind of rejection or protests or complaints from her when he straight up told her he was in love with a half dead vampire. But she took it all in stride like she did everything else.

After making out for a few seconds she pulled away and sat up. “So this has an expiration date.” Or he thought she took it in stride. He tried to look her in the eyes, but she wasn’t looking at his face. Instead she watched her fingertips that drew random shapes over his stomach.

“Katie…” he sighed, practically begging her not to go there.

“It’s fine.” She snapped blinking rapidly as she looked up and gave him a small smile. She wanted to cry, he could tell, but she was doing a good job of covering it up. He frowned and cupped her face in his hand, wiping away an invisible tear with his thumb. “Really. I promise. I’ll be fine.” Not knowing what else to do he slid his hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss.

He rolled them over and had started kissing her neck when she reached over and picked up her phone, checking the time. “You’re looking for an excuse to get away from me now aren’t you?” he asked then started kissing her earlobe.

“Am I that transparent?” she asked and he pulled back and looked into her eyes, seeing the pain she was trying so hard to hide.

“A little, but I understand why you want to.” He answered as he put a foot on the floor and stood up. He picked up his shirt and jacket and watched her grab a set of clean underwear out of her dresser and grab her towel that hung on the back of her door as he buttoned up his shirt. “Do you want me gone by the time you’re done?” he asked and Katie thought about it before she nodded. “But I’ll still see you tonight, right?”

She walked over to him and grabbed his neck as she stood on her tip toes and kissed him with as much passion as she could muster in the moment. “Yes.” She answered as she dropped back down to stand flat footed, turned around and walked away without looking him in the eyes.

As he put on a pot of coffee, assuming she’d want some before she went shopping, he tuned his ears into where he knew she was upstairs. He was surprised to not hear her crying, but then again it was hard to hear over the sound of running water. When the coffee started dripping, he left.

As Katie showered, she didn’t cry. She kept telling herself that she was stronger than that and that she knew they weren’t an item or anything. It was just fun, plain and simple. So she sucked it up, showered, dried off and dressed. She was brushing her hair when she spotted her journal sticking out from under a few textbooks. The textbooks got pushed aside as she sat down and opened the journal to a fresh page. “Hey, journal. It’s been a hot minute, I know, but I’ve been busy. As crazy as it sounds, I made a deal with a vampire. Damon and Stefan really are vampires. Damon was preying on Caroline so I stupidly offered to take her place. I know that sounds weird, but he was messing with her head, turning her into a worse version of herself and I couldn’t let him do that. I don’t know why, but he doesn’t mess with my head the way he does other people. I know that doesn’t make me special or anything, but it has to mean something, right?” she stopped and scratched at her head with a creased brow.

“I realized this morning that I stupidly let myself have feelings for him. I didn’t intend on it and it happened fast. I knew this was probably a temporary thing considering how we ended up together in the first place. It’s not like we met at the bar and sparks flew or anything but he’s just so damn sweet and loving and fun. How was I supposed to resist?” A tear slipped down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away with the back of her finger. “So when he tells me he’s in love with Katherine how am I supposed to feel?” She stopped and looked around her room as sadness turned to something else. “You know what? No. I’m not that girl. I’m not the kind to act like a kicked puppy over a guy. So you know what? I’m going to make things simple and make the best out of this situation. I’ll enjoy him, how happy he makes me and the things he makes me feel right now. However when it ends, and I know it will, I’m not going to cry. I refuse to be the girl whose life ends because a man left her. So… I have a dress to buy and a man to impress just for the hell of it.”

TVDTVDTVD

She drove to the local boutique to find a suitable dress. After looking through several racks of just okay dresses she found a dress that she loved. A white fifties style dress with a blue floral print, a thick black waist band, black halter straps, black trim that looked similar to a folded down collar and three black buttons down the bust. It was a bit over the top and out of style, but she didn’t care. So she bought it and some black heels then headed to Elena’s where she met up with her and Bonnie. “Hey!” Katie called as she walked into the Gilbert house.

“In here!” Bonnie called and Katie followed her voice to the kitchen. “We thought you weren’t coming. If I recall you said something about not wanting to go to some stuffy party.” Bonnie said as Katie walked into the room with a dress and a makeup bag in her hands.

“That was before I had a date.” She said as she held up the dress, covered in the clear plastic that the boutique had put over it.

“Ooh, pretty.” Elena remarked as Katie placed it over the back of one of the dining chairs and sat down. “And very you.”

“Wait, did you just say you have a date?” Bonnie asked as she pulled several bottles of nail polish out of her gold makeup bag.

Katie hummed a positive answer then sat down at the table and started taking her own nail polish out of her black and white makeup bag.

“Who?” Elena and Bonnie asked at the same time.

“Um, Damon Salvatore.” Her answer sounded more like a question and she didn’t look at them but at the nail polish on the table.

“What?” Both of the girls asked at the same time again.

Katie looked up at them, “You two have got to stop doing that.” She motioned between them with a nail file in her hand.

“I thought he was dating Caroline.” Bonnie said looking at Katie with wide eyes.

“Did I hear my name?” Caroline asked as she walked into the room with a yellow dress in her hands and two bags of beauty supplies.

“Yeah, did you and Damon break up?” Elena asked as Caroline sat down at the table.

“Oh, yeah, a couple of days ago.” She answered without looking at them.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bonnie asked.

Caroline shrugged. “It wasn’t that big a deal. We simply decided that we weren’t right for each other and broke it off. I’m completely over him.”

“So you don’t care if Katie goes to the party with him tonight?” Elena asked with a look between Caroline and Katie.

“No. Not at all.” She told Elena with a smile then turned her smile on Katie. “Have fun.”

“See, she’s over him.” Katie said with a smile as she picked out two bottles of nail polish. “And I want to get under him.”

“Katie!” Elena laughed at her friend not believing that she had said it.

“You should, he’s fun.” Caroline said with a knowing smile and a wiggle of her brows.

Katie laughed making Bonnie look at her. “What happened to saving it for the one?” Bonnie asked worried about her friend’s behavior.

“I decided that you only live once. What if I die in some freak construction accident tomorrow or find out I have cancer or something and die a virgin?” she said with a shrug then held up two bottles of nail polish, “Blue, black or both?”

“Blue.” All three girls answered so Katie tossed the black polish into her bag and started filing her relatively short nail tips into uniform ovals.

“Katie there’s something you should know about Damon.” Elena said as she walked over to the table and sat down across from her.

“What’s that?” Katie asked as she started putting a base coat on her nails.

“He tried to kiss me after the football game.” She told her, getting the attention of all of her friends.

“What?” Katie asked as she put the brush back into the bottle then pushed it to the side.

“Yeah he was being all cocky talking about how he knows I want him and how he knew I wanted to kiss him. He tried to kiss me and I slapped him.” She explained looking at Katie who frowned down at the bottles of nail polish on the table. “Katie, he's bad news.”

Katie blinked and looked across the table at Elena. “Okay, so I’ll go to this thing with him tonight and then break it off with him tomorrow.” Katie told Elena who was frowning at her. “I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Elena said, finally letting it go.

After that they all got back to listening to music, painting their nails and talking about the latest fashion trends. When they were done with that they migrated upstairs and started on their hair and makeup.

Katie and Bonnie were in the bathroom, Katie putting on makeup while Bonnie curled her hair. “Someone’s getting all gussied up.” Bonnie commented watching Katie put on smokey brown eyeshadow that she only wore to football games. “You’re pulling out all the stops for him tonight, huh?”

“Well, I don’t really have the opportunity to get all gussied up for a guy very often. So I figured why not do my best to make his heart stop for a second when he sees me. Is that stupid?” she asked but Bonnie didn’t get the chance to respond because Elena came into the room in a huff. “What’s up?” Katie asked at her friend’s distress.

“Jeremy took the pocket watch out of the collection that I’m loaning to the Lockwood’s.” She sighed then started fixing her hair. “He’s such a punk sometimes.”

“Man I’m lucky I don’t have any siblings.” Katie said with a smile that made Elena shake her head at her.

Caroline had just finished zipping up Katie’s dress for her when they heard the doorbell ring. “I got it!” Elena called from down stairs and they heard the door open.

“Elena.” Damon’s voice floated up to them since the bathroom door was open. “You look beautiful this evening.” He told her and Katie got jealous for a second as she put on her bracelet and dangly earrings.

“Save the compliments for your own date.” Elena replied coldly.

Katie placed the lip gloss she was wearing into her black satin clutch, snapped it shut then took one look at herself in the mirror. Seeing that she looked about as good as she was going to get, frowning at her glasses as she pushed them up her nose, she headed down stairs. She had to remind herself to walk slowly down the stairs or else she would fall flat on her face because she wasn’t used to wearing heels. When Damon came into sight, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes found her and his jaw went slack. “Whoa.”

Katie smiled as she carefully walked to the bottom of the stairs and looped her arm through his when he offered it. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She said as she looked him up and down. He jerked his head to the door with a smile on his face and she walked with him to his Camaro. He opened her door for her and she slid inside then let him shut it. After he got in and started the car she finally asked, “Are you still alive over there?” she then thought about what she had asked, “Er…well, you know what I mean.” She corrected nervously and Damon laughed softly.

“Yeah, I knew what you meant.” He put the car into gear and started driving. “It’s just…I didn’t expect...”

His lack of words caused the confidence she had built up while getting ready to drop to the pit of her stomach. “Did I over do it? I know the dress is a little much, but-”

“No, you’re…” he cut her off and smiled a bright smile at her across his shoulder. “You’re stunning.” He turned his eyes back to the road. “I just meant that I knew that you didn’t want to come tonight and that I was dragging you here. Most of the time when people get dragged somewhere they don’t really try to look good for it.” he said glancing over to see her staring down at her hands trying not to pick at her cuticles and mess up her nails. He reached over and grabbed one of her hands. “And after this morning…” A pang of sadness shot through her chest and she took in a shaky breath. She knew what she said in her journal, but it didn’t mean it was going to be easy. “I didn’t know if-”

“Damon?” she cut him off and he hummed, letting her know she had his attention since she wasn’t looking at him. “I told you this morning that I’d be fine.” She gave his hand a squeeze and slid her other hand over his. “I took time, I processed. I understand that you’re only with me until you save her, I’m okay with it. And if it’s okay with you, my plan is to enjoy every minute that you’re mine and when the time comes, I’ll say goodbye and move on.” She said then finally looked over at him.

“I’m more than okay with that.” He let go of her hand to place his on the back of her neck under her wavy, dark copper hair, rubbing his thumb across the sensitive skin just below her ear.

The more she thought about what Elena had told her the more it started to really bother her so finally she asked. “Did you try to kiss Elena after the football game?”

“She told you about that huh?” he asked, taking his hand off the back of her neck to scratch his.

“Yeah, she told me. Care to explain why so I can stop drawing my own conclusions?” she asked.

Damon sighed and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “Right after my brother and I turned I promised I would use my eternity to make his a living hell. I knew if he found out that Elena kissed me that it would hurt him.”

“So you did it to hurt Stefan, not because you want Elena?” she asked.

Damon hummed a positive answer. “Are you mad?”

“You tried to kiss my best friend. What do you think?” she asked with a glare over at him.

“I think I didn’t realize that it would hurt you too and I’m sorry.” He said with a look across his shoulder at her.

She sighed and leaned forward to press her forehead into the dash. After a few minutes she sat up and glared at him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen.” She started as she turned in her seat to face him. “You and I are going to act like this conversation didn’t happen and enjoy the night. Then tomorrow I’m going to yell and cuss at you like I want to right now. Deal?”

“Deal.” He told her as he looked back at the road.

She got quiet as she looked around the old car interior that was in perfect condition. As she looked at the steering wheel she noticed that he was wearing the ring that he never seemed to take off. “Can I ask what’s up with the rings? I noticed the other day that Stefan wears one too.”

“I was wondering when you were going to ask about that.” He said with a smile. “You said the other day that the vampires in the house of night books can walk around in the sunlight no problem?” he asked and she hummed. “Well, we can’t, not without our rings.”

“So do most vampires have rings that let them walk in the daylight or just you two?” she asked curiously.

“No, you have to know a witch to get one and most witches try to stay away from vampires, they kind of hate us.” He said with a smirk over at her. “Can’t really blame them if I’m being honest.”

Katie smiled a little. “So how did you and Stefan get yours?” she asked and he started laughing. “What?” she asked with a smile.

“You’re just full of questions tonight is all.” He said with a smile then looked back at the road. “Katherine’s handmaiden was a witch, she had her make us the rings.”

“So what happens if you go in the sunlight without your rings? Please tell me you don’t sparkle that crap almost ruined the Twilight books for me.”

“We burn.” He answered simply.

“Am I asking too many questions?” she asked sheepishly as she scratched the back of her neck.

“No, ask whatever you want and I’ll answer truthfully as long as you keep it to yourself.” He said with a small smile over at her as they pulled up to the Lockwood’s. “I need you to do me a favor tonight.”

“I know. I need to help you find the crystal.” She said as he parked and cut off the car.

“Not that,” he said as he reached over and brushed the backs of his fingers over her soft cheek, “I need you to get Stefan to dance with you, get him away from Elena for a little while.” he said, looking into her eyes that turned suspicious.

“Why?” she drew out the question.

“I need to talk to her, apologize.” he said and she still glared at him.

“Okay. I'll get him to dance with me even though it will be really awkward since I can't dance.” She said with a shrug then reached for the door handle.

“Nu uh uh.” He said as he grabbed her hand, stopping her. “We're early.” He let go of her hand and placed his on her neck as he leaned into her. “And when you do get out of this car I'm opening the door for you.” He caught her lips with his, not caring that he was smearing her lip gloss. “Have I thanked you for wearing blue?” He asked as he started kissing down her neck.

“No, but you're welcome.” She smiled not caring that he was leaving a trail of lip gloss along her neck to her shoulder. When he leaned back she saw veins under his eyes and his fangs were on display. She cupped his face in her hands and soothed her thumbs over the veins. “Does that hurt?” He smiled a little and shook his head no. “Can you wait until after the party? This dress is a pain in the ass to get off and I-”

He placed his finger over her lips, “That doesn't just happen when I'm thirsty.” He said and she blushed. “You're killing me in that dress.” Katie laughed and Damon looked around seeing that a line of people had formed at the front doors of the house. “Ready to go?”

“Give me a second.” She said as she popped open her black clutch and took out a small pack of makeup wipes. “You got lip gloss all over me.” She wiped the sticky from her neck and shoulder then handed him the wipe to clean his lips. “Did I miss any spots?” She asked, sweeping her loose waves to the side so he could see her neck.

“Mmhmm.” He hummed then leaned in, “right here” and kissed her neck. “And here.”

“You keep at it and we’ll never make it inside.” She said with a smile as she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Oh alright.” He pouted making Katie laugh as he got out then walked around and opened her door for her. “My lady.” He offered her his arm being formal again.

“Mr. Salvatore.” She smiled and hooked her arm through his.

They had stepped up the first of many concrete steps that led to the front door when Katie heard Elena and Stefan not far behind them. She turned and gave Elena a smile and wave then noticed that Aunt Jenna and Bonnie were standing behind her and Stefan. “Is that Katie with Damon?” Stefan asked Elena quietly after Katie turned back around, but not quiet enough that she couldn't hear them. “I thought he was with Caroline.”

“Apparently they broke up. Caroline wasn't even mad that Katie's with him now. It's weird.” Elena answered getting a “huh” from Stefan.

Katie popped open her clutch, took out her phone then tucked the clutch under her arm as they moved up a step. She pulled up Damon's contact then flipped her phone open to use the keyboard. She typed “You can hear them, right?” and showed him the screen. He hummed a positive answer. She erased the text then typed, “He thinks you're compelling me to be with you doesn't he?”

“Probably, but I don’t care what he thinks.” He said as he grabbed her phone and closed it. “Neither should you.” He gave a quick kiss on her temple then put her phone in her clutch when she held it open.

Soon they came to the doorway where the mayor was standing, “Katie.” He greeted her with a smile as he took her hand, “You’ve certainly grown up since the last time you came to one of these parties.” He said as his eyes roamed her body, and he kissed the back of her hand. “How's your grandpa doing these days?”

Katie's smile faltered as her brain was thrown back to the many days Mr. Lockwood had spent drinking with her grandfather when she was younger. “Oh, he's still Grandpa. Drink, gym, work, repeat.” She said plastering her smile back on as she stepped back and wrapped her arm around Damon's waist. “Have you met my boyfriend, Damon?” She asked making the mayor acknowledge him.

“Nice to meet you, Damon. Come on in. Make yourself at home.” The mayor said as he shook his hand and Damon shook it back as he stepped inside.

“Thank you.” Damon replied then let go of his hand and ushered Katie further inside.

She looked behind her to make sure the mayor was out of sight then wiped the back of her hand on the side of her dress. “I hate that slime ball.”

“Why's that?” He asked, amused at her reaction to the mayor kissing her hand.

“Forever ago, he and Grandpa acted like father and son. They'd get drunk at the house all the time and guess what their favorite pastime was.” She said as they walked around the house wandering from room to room when she didn’t say what it was Damon got really worried and pulled her to a stop. She avoided his attempts to catch her eyes with his until he grabbed her chin and made her. “They took turns “toughening me up” until I managed to hide somewhere they couldn’t find me. Usually some obscure spot in the basement.”

“And how old were you?” Damon asked as he gave her side a light squeeze and they started wandering again.

“Maybe twelve or thirteen.” She answered.

“Can I kill him?” He asked.

“If he wasn’t the mayor I’d say go for it.” Damon smiled deviously and pulled her a little closer into his side. “But he is. So if he goes missing people will start asking questions.” She whispered as they walked into a new room.

“Is that Damon Salvatore?” They heard Elena ask and Katie looked up to see Elena with her back to them, pointing to something hanging on the wall in a frame. “And Stefan Salvatore?”

“What is that?” Katie asked leaving Damon's side to stand next to Elena and look at the old brown paper with cursive writing on it.

“It's the guest registry from the first founder's party.” Elena answered then looked behind her to see Damon walking over. “Their names are on it.”

“They were the original Salvatore brothers.” Damon lied to hide the fact that he and Stefan had really been there.

Katie, remembering that Damon had asked her to get Stefan away from Elena, heard a slow song playing and decided now was her chance. “Would you hate me if I asked Stefan for a dance? I really want to dance and Damon's being a party pooper.”

Elena smiled at her friend in surprise. “Since when do you dance?”

“Since today. You only live once, remember?” She asked, reminding Elena about what she had said when they were getting ready earlier.

“Right, the new attitude.” She nodded. “Well I'm fine with it if Stefan is.”

Both of the girls and Damon looked at Stefan. “Well I don't-”

“Pleeease.” Katie interrupted him before he could say no. “Just one dance and I'll hand you back over to Elena for the rest of the night.” She flashed him a pleading smile.

“Sure. Why not?” He said as he held his arm out to her and she took it.

He walked her to the dance floor out back in silence then placed his hand on her natural waist line and took her hand in his. She hated the awkwardness between them so she decided to try to break the ice. “We haven't had the chance to talk since the bonfire.”

“No we haven't.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I know this is awkward, but I figured since you're dating my friend and I'm dating your brother that we should maybe get to know each other a little better.” She stated.

He smiled a little. “You're so...”

“Weird.” She finished for him with an overly perky smile and he laughed.

“Once again, I was going to say forward, but weird works.” He told her with a laugh bringing her back to their first conversation at the bonfire. “You know we don't have to dance to get to know each other. I actually hate dancing.”

“Thank god. If you can’t tell by the fact that I haven't even moved my feet, I don’t know how to dance.” She said with a sigh.

“How about a drink then?” He offered. Then let go of her and she followed him to the side of the dance floor where he snagged two flutes of champagne.

“Sounds good to me.” She said with a small smile as she looked around.

"Are you looking for someone?" He asked, drawing her attention back to him.

“I was making sure sheriff Forbes wasn't close. She's kinda assumed the role of mother figure since my parents died. If she catches me drinking I'll get a lecture longer than a cvs receipt.”

“How did they die, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked just to keep the conversation going.

“That's the bad thing, I don’t even know.” She shrugged and stared down at her drink. “I was ten when it happened and no one told me anything other than they were dead. They were on vacation in Louisiana during Mardi Gras and they didn't come back.” She shrugged then took a sip of her drink. “So I hope I didn't over step too bad at the bonfire.” She said changing the subject.

“No.” He said with a head shake and a closed lipped smile. “You care about her. I get it.”

“Which is why I'm going to tell you that if you hurt her I will personally kick your butt.” She told him with a pleasing tone and smile.

He scoffed. “You can try.”

“And I will fail.” She laughed. “But that won't stop me from trying.”

“Duly noted.” He told her with a mock serious look.

“What's duly noted?” Damon asked as he and Elena walked over. Damon stood in front of Stefan while Elena stood in front of Katie.

“Oh, Katie was just telling me how she's gonna kick my but if I hurt Elena.” He said with a small smile across his shoulder at Katie.

Both Elena and Damon cracked a smile. “Hey, I play softball. I know how to swing a bat.” She defended herself.

“Do you want a drink, Damon?” Stefan asked randomly as he held his champagne glass out to his brother.

“No thanks, I'll pass.” Damon answered.

Things fell awkwardly silent before Elena held her hand out to Stefan, “Do you have another dance in you?”

“Absolutely.” He took her hand and walked her to the dance floor.

“Do you want to?” Damon asked as he jerked his head to the dance floor.

“I don’t know how, remember? That's why me and Stefan ended up standing over here talking.” She said and he grabbed her hand and jerked his head to the dance floor with a small smile. She took one last big drink of champagne then set in down and let him lead her out onto the floor.

He placed his hand on her hip and pulled her close then grabbed her hand that wasn't resting on his shoulder in his other hand. “Just don't step on my feet and your good.” She smiled and tried to look down at her feet but he took his hand off her hip and pushed her chin up. “My eyes are up here Miss Finnegan.”

“But what if I-” she started and he pressed his lips to hers cutting her off.

“I've got you.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “Just move with me.” She started moving with him, stumbling a few small times before she got the hang of it. “See, it's not so bad.”

“I feel like people are staring at me.” She admitted without looking around.

“If they are it’s because you are the most beautiful woman at this party.” He told her with a bright smile that made her smile. “Hey, so what was all that you only live once, new attitude stuff that you and Elena were talking about earlier?”

“Oh, you caught that huh?” She asked sheepishly.

“It was kind of hard to miss.” He pointed out with a curious look.

“It was just something we were all talking about at her house earlier.” She said with a shrug.

“That's the only explanation I get?” He asked, looking confused.

“Girl talk stays with the girls.” She countered and he frowned. “You'll figure it out later, I promise.” She said with a smile that fell when she noticed Elena and Stefan arguing while they danced. “What's up with them?”

“She wants to know more about him and his past with Katherine and he won't tell her.” He answered making her give him a questioning look. “I've kind of been eavesdropping on them. I have really good hearing.”

“Well then I guess it's working.” She heard Elena say loud enough for everyone to hear before she left him standing on the dance floor alone. Katie looked away from Stefan to see Damon giving him a smug look.

“You know it's rude to eavesdrop, right?” She asked, pulling his attention away from his brother.

“I kind of do it without meaning to sometimes.” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes. As Stefan left the dance floor, Damon pressed his forehead to hers and looked into her eyes. “Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?”

“Only a few times.” She said with a smile as the song ended. Damon let go of her side but kept her hand in his as they walked off the dance floor and into the house. They were wondering through the formal dining room when all of the candles suddenly lit themselves. “Bonnie?” Katie asked spotting her friend about to leave the room. Bonnie turned back to her with a freaked out look on her face. “Did you just-”

Bonnie looked back and forth between Katie and Damon then asked, “Can I steal her for a minute?”

“Of course.” Damon said, then kissed Katie’s temple and whispered, “Meet me at the top of the stairs when you're done.”

Katie nodded as he let go of her hand and left the room as Bonnie walked over to her friend. “It happened earlier while all of you were dancing. Thankfully Caroline didn’t see. Then I came in here and all the candles were out. I just tried to light one then whoosh.”

Bonnie was clearly freaking out. “Look, I know you're freaked, I would be too if I were you, but you need to talk to your grams before this gets way out of hand. What if the next time you try to light a candle you end up burning your house down?”

“I don’t want to be a witch, Katie.” She was almost crying.

“I know. Maybe your grams can show you how to opt out of your powers or something?” Katie suggested hopefully.

“Maybe.” Bonnie said sounding like someone had killed her dog. “I'm going to head home. Have a good rest of your night with Damon.” She told Katie with a small smile then walked away.

With things with Bonnie settled as much as they were going to get, Katie headed to the stairs and saw Damon's back where he was leaning against the railing. “Hi.” She placed her hand on his side when she got to the top and he looked around to make sure no one was watching before he led her to a room with a few historical pieces sitting around in it. “I don’t think these things are actually on display.”

“I know, which is why I need you to keep an eye out while I get the crystal.” He told her. She turned so that she could see him and out the door. She watched both carefully as he grabbed a box, opened it up, then popped off one of the inside panels. She turned her eyes to the door and when she heard the clank of wood on glass Katie knew he had found it. He walked up behind her, turned her to face him in the dimly lit room and held the crystal out to her. She took it and turned toward the light. She thought it was kind of ugly, but refrained from saying so. “I know, it's not the prettiest thing in the world, but it’s powerful.”

Katie just handed it back to him with a small smile. “So are we leaving now?” She asked as he tucked the crystal into his jacket pocket. She was hoping their night could last a little longer.

“Nope.” He said with a smile before grabbing her hand and threading their fingers together. “Take a walk with me?”

Katie smiled. “Of course.”

He led her outside then to the back lawn where Katie took off her heels and walked barefoot in the grass. They walked quietly until they came to stand next to a tree near the edge of the water and far away from the party, “I, uh, want to thank you for coming with me tonight.” He pulled a long black jewelry box out of the inside of his coat. “So I had this made just for you.” He turned the box to face her.

When he opened it her eyes landed on a necklace with a silver moon pendant hanging off of it. A sapphire star rested in the hook of the moon. “Damon, it's beautiful.” She said as she ran her finger over the moon.

When he took it out of the box she turned her back on him and lifted her hair. “There's an herb in the moon, called vervain.” He informed her quietly as he put the chain around her neck, latched the hook and she dropped her hair. “It’ll protect you from vampire influence.”

“So you can't mess with my mind?” She asked as she brought the pendant to her nose and sniffed. It smelled floral, but not as off putting as she found the scent of a rose.

“Or Stefan.” He added.

“Do you think he would try to mess with me?” She asked, placing the pendant back on her chest.

“I don't think so, but you never know.” He said looking worried. “I just want to keep you safe.” he cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her. It started off soft, but soon turned needy and almost hungry. “Okay, I can’t take it anymore.” In a flashed he had her behind the tree, hidden from prying eyes. “I need you.” he kissed her neck hard, pulling a moan from her before he started kissing down her neck to the pushed up cleavage that the dress showed off then he kneeled down and put her leg over his shoulder. He kissed his way up her bare leg until he got to her inner thigh and looked up at her through his lashes for permission. She nodded and embedded her fingers in his hair as he sank his teeth into her inner thigh.

“God, Damon.” She sighed and leaned her head back against the tree. But when she heard him cough she looked down at him. “What’s the matter?” she asked, seeing him fall to the ground.

“Vervain.” He answered sounding like he couldn’t breath.

“What?” she asked, kneeling down, panic clear in her eyes.

“In your blood.” He rasped.

“Oh my god…how?” she asked frantically.

“I knew I couldn’t spike your drink.” Stefan walked up. “So I spiked hers.”

“What?” Katie asked looking away from Damon’s eyes to glare at Stefan. “Why would you do that?”

“He’s a monster, Katie, he’s hurting you and killing people. He had to be stopped.” Stefan said looking down at her as if he pitied her.

She looked down at Damon and cupped his cheek in her hand. “Is the vervain going to kill him?”

“No, it just weakens him.” He answered with a flat uncaring face as he watched her staring down at Damon, worried. “You know what he is?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah, I know.” She answered not looking at him.

“Katie…” Damon sighed and reached up and touched her face.

Without saying a word Stefan picked up Damon. “Where are you taking him?” she asked, tears slipping down her cheeks, but Stefan whooshed away, not answering.

It took all of two seconds for the tears on Katie’s face to get wiped away and replaced with anger. Before she left the cover of the tree she pulled a bandage out of her clutch, having anticipated Damon biting her during the party, and covered the bite on her inner thigh.

She was leaving the party when she ran into Elena. “Hey. What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“Your boyfriend just royally pissed me off.” Katie answered with flared nostrils.

“What are you talking about?” Elena asked, confused.

“Ask Stefan.” She snapped then walked away.

When she got outside she was thankful that Damon’s car was still there, his keys and a note in the driver’s seat. “Meet me at the boarding house. We need to talk. –S.” She wadded up the note and tossed it into the floorboard as she got in the car and cranked it.

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Here’s something that most know about Tony Stark: he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, and he likes to know everything. It took many deals to make sure he didn’t tell the US people exactly what was in Area 51.

(He made the sure the deal expires two years from now, there’s no way in fuck he’s not telling people about the whole North Dakota thing.)

Tony has grown up with power. He knows how to manipulate it, how others manipulate it, and he’s not afraid of it. That’s a dangerous thing, to not be afraid of power. But when you run an influential company that can make or break people at an alarming rate, but not that alarming because he doesn’t use it for evil, then it’s...well.

You’re not scared of threats. And if the people threatening you are smart, they’ll realize why.

This is why when Alexander Pierce walks into his office and charmingly tells him all about his plan to threaten Tony Stark with death and blackmail of the sexual kind involving two men, Tony snorts.

“Pierce, fire whoever the fuck got you that little blackmail. Half of America has seen my asshole before, it’s not anything new. It’ll just be more material that people see, and to be quite frank, I don’t think my sleeping with men will hurt literally anything besides some conservatives with children or community or whatever, but I couldn’t give less of a shit. Tell me, does my ass look good in that video? I wasn’t sure that time around...”

Pierce turns red with rage. Tony’s used to it.

“As for death,” he steamrolls on. “Go for it. I assume since I stopped creating weapons you have Hammer weapons now or some incredibly old Stark weaponry, which is hard to find given the fact that there’s an order to destroy all of it or donate it to a museum. And if it’s neither and you’re planning on a knife or anything, go right ahead. Try and kill me. I guarantee you won’t.”

“You have no idea who you’re going up against,” Pierce warns, voice turning low and gravelly.

Tony laughs. “I’m going up against an old leader of a mob named Hydra who had to hide because of my Aunt Peggy being the most terrifying leader around. You couldn’t make a move. And now you’re recruiting people, but you think you’re being so slick about it. I can and will make sure that you are burned along with the rest of your little game. That sound nice?”

“And how will you do that?” Pierce asks. “You think you can find all of us?”

“Yes,” Tony says easily. (He doesn’t know this, but like. It’s Hydra. How hard can it be?) “Because if you’re so reliant on your own power status, then how easily will it be for your organization to crumble?”

Pierce is sent away, and Tony tweets out that he got threatened. Casual Wednesday stuff. Then he says he’s flying away for safety.

This is a flat-out lie. Pepper knows it. Rhodey knows it. Maybe someone reading the tweet in the middle of Wisconsin knows it, hell if Tony can guess.

But the point is, no one else will think it’s a lie, especially when he sends a plane over somewhere tropical.

He’s staying put in New York. The best lie is one that is grand, multiple small holes in this lie, and one that doesn’t involve not going out in public. Everyone else will be looking for Pierce. Not Tony Stark.

Tony is looking for someone else--or rather, a group.

They call themselves the Avengers. A group of people that rival Pierce in power, although their group is smaller and more concentrated at getting people out of positions of power.

It’s understandable.

Tony walks right into their office building.

There’s a guy who he thinks is Clint? He spills his ramen.

“Oh fuck, my ramen,” he whines. “What the fuck are you doing here, Stark?”

“I have a favor to ask,” Tony says with a shrug. “Who do I talk to about favors? And your security? It lacks, to be completely honest. I expected more from you all.”

“Security is me,” comes a voice from behind. Tony side-steps a charge from a woman who was lunging for him.

“Ms. Romanov, I expected more from someone who worked for my company for six months.”

“You remember?” Natasha asks, surprised.

“Natasha I do love my scotch, but not enough to black out anymore,” Tony says. “Honestly, who do you take me for? A floozy?”

She smiles.

“Good to have you here, Stark. Wish the circumstances could be better. Let me take you to Barnes.”

Well. Tony Stark was not expecting Barnes to look like that. He wasn’t expecting any of them, to be completely honest.

“Is the expectation to be attractive and a model?” Tony asks. “Is this your interview process for new candidates? Wow. Okay.”

James Barnes stares at him.

“Why are you here?”

“Alexander Pierce,” Tony says. “He tried to threaten me in my own offices, and I’d like to destroy him. A bit of an impulsive project, but I bet he’s going to infest more things if we’re not careful. I want your help.”

“Consider it done,” Barnes says. No thought needed. Natasha looks at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“I am technologically gifted,” Tony says. “I already have gotten into some files that definitely are not for the public and I’ve found a lot of people that are Hydra. We need to round them up, encircle Pierce, and get him to break. Preferably on national television, but that’s just my own flair for the dramatic coming up.”

James nods. He reaches out his hand. The metal one.

It’s meant to intimidate people, tell them that that’s their fate if they fuck up the deal.

Tony stares at it almost with reverence, a bit of confusion, and then understanding.

“Your fingers need to be re-calibrated soon. And I’m going to replace something in your arm.”

“What?”

Tony laughs.

“Barnes, you’re wearing an arm I created. I know it as well as you do, maybe better. I want you to come down to my shop some time this week and have it worked on, if you’re comfortable with that.”

And so the deal starts.

“Do we think this is a good idea?” Steve asks cautiously. “Is this seriously just something he decides on a whim?”

“Steve, I’m going to pretend like you questioning the most famous billionaire of all time but not for shitty reasons is asking us for help,” Bruce says. “I am planning on taking full advantage of this and breaking into his labs for science reasons since I’m not trusted with a Bunsen burner here.”

“You used it to make soup and it ended horribly,” Clint reminds him. “And I know, because I supported you.”

“You’re the only one on this team who does,” Bruce says.

Bucky does bring Bruce along. He’s figuring that part of the deal can be that Bruce can actually use a real lab.

Tony’s focus zeroes in on Bruce, actually.

“So, this is where Dr. Banner’s been hiding,” Tony says. “I’ve been looking around for you for quite some time, Bruce.”

Bruce blushes.

“Well, thank you Dr. Stark.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Bruce here is a legend in the scientific community for two reasons,” Tony says. “He was the first to call Richard Reed a little bitch, and his scientific papers are the stuff of legend. I presume you want a lab?”

“If it’s not too much.”

“Nope, not at all. After everything is done, you’ll have a lab here.” Bruce gapes, and Bucky clears his throat.

Tony’s gaze returns to Bucky.

“So, what can I help you out with?”

“Strategy. And I’m wondering what kind of help you have.”

Tony nods, flipping a picture of a man on his desk.

“Thor. And his brother, but his brother is kind of...temperamental. I think he’ll most likely help because I told him that he could use crazy straws and shaving cream for unknown purposes.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it. But Thor is good at being discreet, also using an incredible amount of force.”

“His name is Thor,” Bucky states. “For real?”

“As far as I’ve found,” Tony mentions. “I’ve connected him to Rogers and Romanov, they’re already planning together tonight.”

“Then why have us here?” Bucky asks.

“Because I’m getting Bruce’s lab set up with input, and I’m fixing your arm,” Tony says. “So both of you, follow me to my home.”

Bruce is giddy. Beyond giddy. It’s the first time Bucky’s seen a smile on his face for longer than a minute.

(Okay well, a second time. The first time was when Steve tripped over three socks.)

Tony leads Bucky to his “garage” which is full of cars worth more than Bucky’s entire life, and they sit at two chairs as Tony gets out his tools.

“When’s the last time you had a maintenance check?”

“Uh...when I got the arm?” Bucky asks. “Wasn’t exactly aware of maintenance checks.”

“I bet you had Ted as your person,” Tony grumbles. “Hated that dude. Well you can always come and get it tuned up, no charge. They didn’t tell you that. I’ll have to remind them.”

Bucky’s surprised at Tony’s easy confidence, the way his shop is laid out.

He smiles at the robots that curiously come up to investigate.

“Dad has a couple of new friends,” Tony explains. “U and Dum-E, please don’t poke Bucky in the side, he might--”

Bucky laughs, flinching away as the screwdriver drops from Tony’s hand.

“Do that,” Tony says, bending down to pick up the screwdriver. He gets a random bolt, one of the larger ones.

“Go see if you can pick this up with your claws,” Tony says, throwing it in the opposite direction. The bots squeal after it. Tony sends a look to Bucky.

“Kids. They’re a mess.”

“You named them...that?” Bucky says.

“Yup,” Tony says. “The one that’s anxiously looking behind the couch is U, like the letter. He really liked pointing when he was first born and the first word he learned was ‘you.’ He’s a cutie. The charmer there who’s spinning and trying to show off his new tape that Pepper decorated him with is Dum-E. He’s a drama queen. I have no idea where he gets it from, honestly.”

Bucky laughs.

From then, Bucky and Tony work in close quarters together. It’s nice, honestly. They’ve been cracking down on Hydra, driving them into a smaller and smaller circle.

“You think after all this is over, you want to get dinner some time?” Tony asks.

Bucky smiles. “I’d love that. Where do you want to go?”

“Your choice,” Tony says. “As a thank you for helping.”

“Anything for you, doll.”

And then Tony gets kidnapped. By all accounts he’s not sure why he wasn’t expecting it. Maybe because it was a Sunday night, and you shouldn’t kidnap people on Sunday nights. It’s rude is what it is.

They also punch his mouth, which ugh. That just ruined his good days of not having any chapped lips. He was working hard on that particular aspect.

Bucky goes into overdrive. He didn’t think this would happen because Tony is a very central figure to the city, a figure to the US. To be this ballsy? It’s a death sentence.

He knows death sentences quite well. Been on a few himself.

Hydra should be quaking, because he’s getting his knives strapped.

Hydra is not quaking. Or in fear. It’s because they have quite the large ego, which no organization should have. But powerful men who have another powerful man in their grasp tend to think the world is bowing to them, when in fact the world does not give a shit but their enemies do.

This is why Bucky breaks into the building in two minutes (personal best), throat-punches six people, and finds Tony singing “Turn Back Time” as loudly as possible.

“Oh! You’re here!” Tony says. “I was beginning to think I’d have to drive the guards to insanity.”

“Who did this to you,” Bucky asks, tilting Tony’s chin up in his grasp. He can see dried blood on the corners. He hates that Tony had to go through with that.

“Bucky, it was Hydra, who else?” Tony says. “Pierce if we’re being specific. But you might want to stop doing that or I’m gonna get hot and bothered under the collar, which isn’t my style. You wanna break out of here or stay with me? I’m not fond of the last option.”

“Then why give it as an option?”

“I don’t know!” Tony yelps, grabbing one of Bucky’s knives and throwing it at a man’s leg. “But let’s get out of here. Or at least, to their file room. They keep files. What losers.”

Bucky laughs.

“Got it doll. Let’s go.”

For the record, it’s a huge success. Pierce gets taken away in handcuffs for roughly about life in prison, unless their prison system decides he’s been good after about ten years, and then he might get released. Who knows. Point is, Bucky and Tony will both be alive in ten years, prepared to make sure he goes to jail again or they’ve reformed the jail system by then. It’s all up in the air, really.

But they’re doing it together. Which is all the more important.

#lovelyirony writes #winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #i meant to write more thorbruce up in this bitch but didn't smh #bruce banner #thor #mob au

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years ago

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Working for Love: A TerrorMoo story 16/17

Hello hello! Happy Saturday to everyone reading this. This story’s been a lot of fun to write, and I’m happy to get this final part out. This is the technical ending to the story, but per Grace’s request, I’ll have an extra scene for people looking for a mature epilogue.

But for those who don’t, this is the final one! So please, enjoy.

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Now enjoy the story!

Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian couldn’t keep the smile off his face if someone punched him (Tyler had already threatened to once, due to how ‘goofy’ his grin looked all day). Why?

Because he and Brock were together.

Well, sort of.

After comforting Brock during his breakdown, he’d spent a week sleeping at Brock’s place. Cuddling and kissing Brock every morning before life dragged them out of bed had been the best part of his day, and he felt high from the sensations that thrummed through his body each time Brock murmured his name with fondness. Sex hadn’t been talked about yet, which Brian understood. Brock had taken two hours to fully explain the negative effects his ex had on his body image, as well as his mental health. Just hearing how Brock’s previous boyfriend handled the situation was disgusting and left a bitter taste in his mouth. He’d split a pizza with Craig on Brock’s couch the next day, letting Brock catch up on sleep he’d been struggling to claim due to his anxiety. Mini looked rightfully spiteful when speaking about the ex, pointing out that the emotional abuse he’d provided Brock had been going on long before Brock even realized it.

Brian had made sure to cuddle Brock even tighter that night, hoping his warmth could chase away any residual pain left behind.

“You still didn’t ask him to be your boyfriend? You’re literally worse than Jonathan and Evan. I didn’t even think that was possible.” Tyler’s blunt statement made Brian laugh and Evan shrug, arms leaning on the front desk.

“There’s no expiration date on love.”

“You saying you love Jonathan?” Brian asked, forcing himself not to pump his fists when finally getting a hint of a blush on Evan’s face.

“I’m just here for the pizza man, not to get dissected.” And to prove his point, Evan reached forward to snag a piece from the box in front of him. The tradition of the gym was to provide pizza every first monday of the month as an incentive to get fair-weather members in for a work-out. The likelihood of them signing up for a class once there was higher, especially after the guilt of eating four slices of pizza came into play. It was a smart marketing move on Tyler’s part, Brian would give him that.

“Number one, you’re here because I still pay you for some fucking reason.” Tyler smacked the back of Evan’s hand, scowling when Evan only clutched the crust harder and took the pain in order to rip a bite off the piece.

“You can’t separate a man from his true love.”

“Funny, I don’t see Jonathan here.” Brian quipped back, snickering.

“Look who’s talking!” Evan’s childish reply didn’t deserve a response, so Brian ignored it by stuffing his own piece of pizza into his mouth.

“Number two,” Tyler continued, glaring at both guilty parties. “Stop eating the customer’s food.”

“It’s closing time; the only one whose gonna come in now is Brock,” Brian said, glancing to the clock. It was close to 9:30, meaning they only had a half hour before the place officially shut down. A quick sweep of the gym saw two, maybe three, people inside.

“And it’s so good.” Evan said, or that was what Brian thought he said, since pizza was muffling his words.

“Number three; you both are hopeless losers if you can’t get the balls to ask out the men you’re in love with. I barely even tolerate Mini, but I was smart enough to make it official.” The last piece of information made Brian choke on his slice. Tyler and Craig were dating? Since when?! What alternate reality was he living in? And were they fucking, because Tyler still was just as grouchy as he’d been during his dry spell. Brian was going to have words with Craig. “And for the last fucking time, Brian, put your hat on.”

“Can’t,” he coughed out after swallowing the ball of dough lodged in his throat. “Gotta go get the weights ready for Brocky, bye!”

“I’m going to fire you!” Tyler’s threat barely left a scratch on Brian as he tuned him out, humming when jogging through the gym to get to the weight rack. He’d set up time for Brock to work with him on free weights, which really was just a ploy to watch Brock’s bicep flex up close. All of Brock was handsome, but there was something about the transformation of his arm that really made Brian’s stomach heat with arousal. He wasn’t planning on getting anything out of it (other than a nice little image to think of in the shower), but Brian had already accepted that Brock could read a newspaper and he would somehow find it sexy. At least during this particular activity, he’d have a reason to ‘fix his form’.

“Hey.” Brian paused in moving one of the bars to the side when he heard a new voice call out to him, glancing over his shoulder at the newcomer. The man wasn’t out of shape, though the lack of definement on his muscles proved the gym wasn’t the first place he thought of going after work. It may have explained why he was calling out to Brian; he probably needed help with something he hadn’t learned to use yet.

“What can I help you with?” Brian asked, caught off guard by the once over he got. Sure, this wouldn’t be the first time someone had checked him out, but most did it from the corner of their eyes or behind machinery. The guy was bold, Brian would give him that.

“I’m new to this gym. Was wondering how to sign up for training lessons.”

“Most of our sessions are between the hours of 9am and 5pm; we rarely do one this close to closing. You can talk to Evan or Tyler at the front desk and see what trainer fits your timeframe,” Brian answered, giving a polite smile that stayed rigid with professionalism. Flirting was nice when he wasn’t dating someone, but Brian knew how to turn off his charm when he needed to. Here, seeing the obvious interest in Brian, he made sure to keep an appropriate distance from him when pointing out the front desk. “They’ll tell you all of our availability up there.”

“Are you free now?” Persistence did not look good on this man, and Brian had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. From the corner of his gaze, he caught a familiar face, and his smile was much easier to throw out when seeing Brock giving him a wave.

“Actually, I’m not. My boyfriend’s coming over to work out with me.” He’d said the title hundreds of times in his head, but it was the first that he’d let slip from his lips. And damn, did it feel good. He added a nod behind the man, who huffed and turned to inspect who Brian was talking about. Brian didn’t get to see the man’s reaction, because the joy that drained from Brock’s smile was far more important. Brock had never turned pale so fast in Brian’s presence, his wide eyes and quickened breathing both signs that something had gone terribly wrong. And fuck if people were watching (really it was just this one guy in the gym now), Brian needed to soothe him. “Brock? Sweetheart, you okay?”

“That’s who you’re dating?” The unnecessary bite to the man’s tone had Brian snapping his head back, his glare already reved up.

“That a problem?”

“He’s my ex-boyfriend.” A sentence had never made Brian’s stomach drop out and boil with rage at the same time.

He was going to give Tyler a reason to fire him, after all.

“You fucking asshole.” Brian’s hands grabbed the man’s shirt before slammed him into the mirror, fists shaking from how hard he was pressing into the other’s chest. “You fucking waste of life.”

“Brian!” Brock’s cry of his name was heard, but for once, he didn’t feel soothed by it. Instead, the hatred and anger blistered in his skin, his teeth clenched together between scalding words of disgust.

“You vile dick. You, you, think you have any right to say shit to Brock? That you deserve anyone close to his calibre? Are you fucking crazy?” His arms slammed the man back again when he tried to respond, not wanting to hear his response. “I should knock every one of your stupid teeth out-”

“Please stop!” Brock’s chest was warm when he grabbed Brian from behind, his forehead pressed to the back of Brian’s neck. The arms around Brian were strong, but shaking, and it was the fact that Brock was trembling that made Brian finally let go of the other’s shirt. Brock pulled him back a couple feet before another hand grabbed him, turning him to face Evan and Tyler.

“Yo, calm down dude,” Evan tried to be calm about the outburst, but Tyler’s anger palpable in the air.

“What the fuck was that? You can’t attack random ass people in the gym!”

“He’s not random!” Brian snarled back, sending a scathing glare toward the man now staring at Brock. Brock, who was now pressed to his side, hadn’t noticed the look, too busy grabbing Brian’s hands to check his knuckles for bruises. But Brian had, and he wanted to rip the man’s eyeballs out of his head for even thinking he had the right. “That’s Brock’s ex.”

“Oh shit.” Evan’s voice was quiet, but it seemed to echo from how silent the gym had become. Brock flinched next to him, but stayed silent on the topic, shaky fingers rubbing circles into Brian’s knuckles.

“Jesus fuck, what is my life.” Tyler’s groan was followed by his hand sliding down his face, but Brian picked up on some of his ire washing away. He wished his anger had lowered at all, but seeing Brock’s ex open his mouth made fury rise through him again.

“Brock, you… you lost some weight.” It was insulting to hear Brock’s accomplishment said with such a surprised tone. Brian’s spine was ready to snap with how stiff it was, but he held himself still when Brock’s hand slipped to his lower back and rubbed along the vertebrae.

“I’ve been working on being healthier,” Brock answered quietly, and Brian hated how hard it looked for Brock to make eye contact with the man who’d crushed him months ago. “It’s not really about the weight; just trying to be happy.”

“That’s what I meant, that’s what I’ve always been telling you-”

“No.” In an uncharacteristic rudeness that had Brian’s pride swelling, Brock steadied his feet and took a slow breath before continuing. “No, that’s not what you did. You tore me down and picked out everything you felt was wrong about me. It wasn’t about me being happy, it was about being good enough for you to date. You supported change; you just… you didn’t support me.”

“Well, I-”

“But now,” Brock’s hand paused in its movement against Brian’s back, and he didn’t need any incentive to lean down and kiss Brock’s temple for reassurance. He felt Brock lean into the connection for a moment, as if trying to absorb Brian’s confidence in him. “I’m with someone who will.”

“He’s only with you because you lost weight. If anything, I helped you. You’re never going to get better than you are now, which you only got to because I left you.”

“Brock’s been the same fucking person since day one, you prick. Do you really think losing weight made him different somehow? How blind can you be? I swear to God- say something stupid like that again-” Brian was ready to launch across the floor to tackle the man to the ground, but in a blink of an eye, the man was yanked out of sight. Surprised, Brian glanced over to see that Tyler had the guy by the scruff of the neck. Using his height and strength, he manhandled the ex to the front of the gym, his scowl fierce.

“Okay, I’m done with this. I have a no douchebag policy in my gym, and you’re well past that line. You’re done.”

“Excuse me? I have a membership-”

“I’ll mail you a fucking refund.” Evan let out a cheer when Tyler tossed the man out of the gym, the doors slamming shut behind him. Brian wanted to feel anything but anger, but his blood was boiling.

“Fuck!” Frustrated at himself for not chasing the man down, Brian pulled away from Brock, shoulders stiff when storming into the locker room. He barely made it past the door before he shouted again, hands slamming into the row of steel lockers lining the wall. His palms stung from the intense contact, but he didn’t care, needing to feel something other than pure rage. Why had that guy thought he had any right to make Brock feel worthless? All the emotional scars, the times Brock had lost sleep, the tears poured over that beautiful face were because of a piece of garbage like that? Another heavy roll of emotion washed over Brian, who clenched his hands and pounded against the lockers again. He leaned his forearms onto the cool metal, head no longer supported by his neck when he dropped it against the solid surface. Closing his eyes, Brian could feel his trembles trickling down his back, coasting along the skin light enough to create goosebumps in their path.

“Brian.” The voice was cautious and soft, and Brian wanted to curl into it and never come out. He didn’t move from his tense position against the locker, hearing Brock move closer. “Tyler said to tell you he really did revoke his membership. Just deleted him from the database, too.”

“Probably so I wouldn’t look up his address and beat the fock outta him.” And deep down, he knew Tyler’s caution was right on the money.

“You wouldn’t really-”

“I would.” He took his time lifting his head to make sure that Brock could take in the serious expression on his face. “I would do it without a second thought.”

“You shouldn’t do that.” Brock didn’t flinch away from the violence, but his concerned look was enough to settle some of the anger in Brian’s stomach.

“After everything that focker did to you, I’d be more than happy to rearrange his face. Give me one reason I shouldn’t.”

“Because that wouldn’t make me happy.” Brian felt his lungs release the final wisps of tension at Brock’s soft touch, palms sliding over his cheeks to cradle his face in his hands. “He’s a coward who would press charges, and then I’d be the one punished again. It’d just hurt me in the end.”

“Don’t want that,” Brian admitted without a fight. His shoulders slumped, leaning his weight onto the lockers. How did Brock ease his soul like this? Seconds ago, he’d been ready to tear through every house in the town in order to find the bastard who’d hurt the nicest man Brian had ever met. Now, nuzzling his nose against the soothing touch, he just wanted to hold Brock. But his body still shook with anger, and he didn’t trust himself to stay soft yet. Not the way Brock deserved. So he kept his forearms still, letting Brock take the lead in bringing their mouths together for a kiss that only lingered for a second. When Brock continued, the words caressed his lips like a whisper for nobody else to hear.

“Neither do I. So we need to put this behind us.”

“But he-”

“All that matters is that I’m here with you right now, not chasing after him to blow up his ego and make excuses for why other guys are stronger than him.” Brian could tell from the wistful way Brock’s tone shook that he’d been in those shoes far too many times before. “He can’t hurt me anymore. Maybe a year ago, seeing him would have ruined my confidence for days. But you helped me find my self-worth. I love myself too much to let him break me down again. And giving him any more of our time just feels wrong. So we’re not going to go after him; let his last memory of me be standing tall by your side without him. That’ll be worse than any bruise you’d give him, because it won’t ever fade. He’ll know I’m...”

Brock’s confidence faltered, and Brian’s focus zeroed in on the quiver of the thumb that brushed over his cheek again. Brock was trying to be so strong, to be the support that Brian needed after he lost his cool over the ex. He was so amazing, and it shook Brian how often the beauty of Brock’s personality was hidden to make others feel better. Like Brian, right in this moment. And playing the bull-headed gym idiot others tended to see him as, he’d forgotten something important.

“He’ll know you’re mine, sweetheart.” Brock’s face dusted with red was always Brian’s favorite image, and he felt a genuine grin catch the side of his lips at the sight. Still, he didn’t feel clear enough with his words. There was no way he was going to let Brock walk out of the locker room without knowing exactly what Brian wanted. Feeling in control of himself, Brian dropped one arm from the locker, his fingers roaming over the curve of Brock’s hip to pull him closer. Their chests met as Brian turned to face him, crowding him between his body and the lockers. “Tonight, he’s gonna go to sleep with the knowledge that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this town, because you’re my boyfriend.”

“Really?” The wide eyes and parted lips only lasted until Brian nodded. Then, like the first hint of sunlight over the horizon, Brock’s face bloomed with awe. His cheeks were stilly rosy, rounded and perfect to cradle the cute nose between them. His lips couldn’t hide his teeth from how brightly he smiled, eyes aglow with a warmth that would make fire jealous. Hands that others could find too clammy or pudgy were soft silk holding Brian’s cheek tightly, their foreheads meeting in the middle without words. Brian couldn’t stop himself from kissing Brock once, twice, three times more, his own relief growing with each second Brock didn’t deny the claim. And when he needed to pull away (because lungs didn’t care about romance), he made sure to use the space to answer Brock’s silly question.

“I’ve been head over heels for you since I saw you singing on the treadmill.”

“Oh my God, Brian. You're the worst.” But the pure joy that came out of Brock’s watery laughter proved he didn’t mean it at all. Brian wanted to feel that giggle on his mouth, but before he could lean in again, a crackle shot through the air.

“Attention, love birds! Tyler and I would like to go home sometime before Christmas, so please stop fucking in the locker room. And clean any sex messes you make!” Mini’s loud cackle after the comment could be heard outside of the loudspeaker, and Brian laughed at the absurdity of their lives. Brock didn’t seem to find the humor in it, groaning before dropping his head onto Brian’s shoulder.

“I take it back; Craig’s the worst.” Despite rubbing Brock’s back to show sympathy, Brian couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he tried.

Because he and Brock were together.

No doubt about it.

And look at that; happy ending! I love these two, theyre so fun to write. <3 So I hope you’ve enjoyed this! Don’t forget about our Podcast tonight, come join and hang out, and as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think! <3

#Terrormoo #The Gaming Terroriser #Moo Snuckle #Soft boys #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Let Me Treasure You (Branjie) - Athena2

Summary: It’s Brooke and Vanessa’s first anniversary, and Brooke has a trick (or a treasure hunt) up her sleeve…

A/N: This is a little epilogue for If You Ever Wanna Be In Love. @hi-yekaterina and I were talking, and she brought up wanting to read about the treasure hunt that doesn’t happen in that fic. I’ve had this idea for a while and after talking to her, I decided to do it! You probably need to read that fic first before you read this, just so things make sense. (The AO3 link is above, and you can read on AQ here.)

Title from Treasure by Bruno Mars because I’m cheesy and basic.

Thank you to Writ for being the best beta!!

I really hope you enjoy, and please comment if you’d like!

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Vanessa should’ve suspected something was up when Brooke said she forgot her raincoat at the museum.

Brooke usually doesn’t forget things, first of all. The woman has a watering schedule for her plants and a color-coded calendar and remembers dinosaur names so long it’s a wonder she doesn’t choke saying them.

Second of all, it’s August, and day after day has shone with warm, golden sun. There’s not even rain in the forecast, so why does she need a raincoat?

But Brooke’s going on about how she needs it just in case, and Vanessa’s still high on the night, on the dinner and laughs and love in Brooke’s eyes. On the fact that she and Brooke have been together an entire year, a year of taking things slow and growing closer than ever. A year of sharing themselves with each other and falling deeper in love than Vanessa has ever been with anyone.

“I’ll just be a few minutes, okay?” Brooke snaps her out of her thoughts, and Vanessa realizes they’re in the museum parking lot.

“Okay.” She leans back in her seat and scrolls through pictures on her phone, pictures of Brooke sleeping with her cats and them in front of a Christmas tree and the one of them with their matching rainbow face paint at the library carnival last year, grins overtaking their faces. She’s still scrolling when the phone rings.

“Hello?” Vanessa asks in confusion, wondering what Brooke could possibly be calling for.

“I need help.” Brooke’s voice is weirdly strained.

“Help with what?”

“I–I cut myself.”

“On what? Your raincoat?” Vanessa demands, her concern clashing with annoyance. She just wants to go home, pull Brooke into her bedroom, and not sleep, and now she has to deal with this mess.

“Well, I saw a letter I must’ve missed, and my hand slipped with the letter-opener–look, there’s a lot of blood, can you help? I think I need to go to the ER.”

“I’m coming, just hang on, okay?”

Vanessa ends the call and runs, heart pounding with worry. She’s trading soft cotton sheets and Brooke’s softer skin for hard plastic chairs and puke-green ER walls tonight, apparently, but it’s Brooke, and Vanessa will take everything, the good and bad, to be with her.

She reaches Brooke’s office in less than a minute, steeling herself for what she might find–blood dripping everywhere, Brooke worried and in pain–

But the office is empty.

“Brooke?” Vanessa calls, trying to ignore the quiver in her voice. “Brooke?”

Still no answer.

Maybe Brooke went to the car? The door squeaks and Vanessa jumps in the air, all her worry replaced with fear and aggravation.

“This ain’t funny, Brooke! I’ve seen horror movies! I’m in a creepy museum at night and someone’s just waitin’ to murder me, I know it!”

Bouncing on her feet, she pulls back the door, hands out in a fighting stance in case something is waiting behind it. But it’s just a bare wall, and she lowers her arms, feeling like an idiot. Whatever trick Brooke is doing, it won’t work.

“Well, I’m going to the car, Miss Cut-Myself-With-A-Letter-Opener. You can join me if you want.”

Vanessa takes one last look around the office for any hidden murderers or ghosts that might get her on the way out. “I’m gonna get you back for this, Brooke. Just you—wait a minute …” A piece of wrinkled parchment on Brooke’s desk catches her eye, and Vanessa’s heart leaps. “Is this what I think it is? Tell me it’s what I think it is!” She doesn’t know if Brooke is listening somewhere, doesn’t care. Because when she flips over the paper—

“Yes, bitch!”

It’s a treasure map.

It all makes sense now–Brooke insisting on getting her coat, pretending to injure herself to get Vanessa in here. Even why Brooke’s been a little shifty lately, biting her lip and her voice getting squeaky whenever they talked about their anniversary. Vanessa didn’t think Brooke had it in her to keep a surprise like this–it took everything Brooke had not to blurt out what Christmas presents she bought people–and her heart rushes with warmth for Brooke as she peeks at the map.

The map is incomplete, with a dot marking Brooke’s office and a short red line curving to the rock and mineral room. Vanessa’s seen enough adventure movies to know the next part of the map is in the rock and mineral room, and she runs, sandals echoing off the stone floors. She’s a pirate now just like she was as a kid, except this map was made by Brooke instead of her mom, and the treasure waiting will be even better than plastic toys in her sandbox.

Dim lights from the glass cases bathe the sharp rocks in an eerie glow. Vanessa’s eyes fly around the room, trying to find the next map. She sees a ragged edge of paper sticking up on one of the floor displays and snatches the next part, barely stopping to admire the rare blue mineral twinkling in the case.

“Too easy,” she mutters.

The red line twists to the mammal room, where replicas of lions and tigers and elephants stare at her. It takes nearly ten frenzied minutes of searching and cursing before she finds the next part of the map by an elephant’s foot.

Brooke’s neat handwriting jumps out at her on the map.

Didn’t think they would all be as easy as the first one, did you?

There’s a little heart after it, and Vanessa rolls her eyes fondly. Let Brooke be the one searching instead and see how easy it is. Still, she’s smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, buzzing with energy and excitement so fierce she gets what people mean when they say they could spit fire. She dashes off to the Viking room, floor blurring beneath her feet.

On and on she goes, all over the museum, through the kids discovery center where they could dig for dinosaur toys at little tables of sand; through the dinosaur room itself, Brooke’s home away from home, the fossils greeting her; through the botanical room, lush with plants and flowers of all sizes and colors. She visits every section of the museum except for the bug room, because Brooke knows she hates bugs so much she throws anything in range at spiders she sees in her apartment.

Finally, she uncovers the map with one last line leading to a giant red X.

It marks the planetarium, and Vanessa runs along, huffing and puffing from the unexpected workout. She freezes once she hits the double doors, because all this time she’s just been in the hunt, collecting maps without thought. But now she’s reached the end, and she doesn’t know what’s waiting for her inside.

When she and Brooke started their whole fake dating thing last year, this treasure hunt idea was what they decided on if someone asked about their proposal. Just a story, a way to cover their bases so they didn’t get caught. Then, after things got rocky and they weren’t talking, Brooke had planned a treasure hunt to show Vanessa her true feelings, but it never happened, because Vanessa was, in A’keria’s words, a “stubborn ass.”

What version of the treasure is behind those doors?

Will Brooke be waiting there on one knee, a ring in her hand? As much as Vanessa wants that sometime in the future, it seems a little sudden. Something she’s not sure she’s ready for right now. She and Brooke have been going slow the past year, and Vanessa’s liked having that time to be with her. They haven’t even moved in together yet, though Vanessa’s been thinking about bringing that up when her lease expires this December. Can Brooke really be planning to propose this suddenly?

Vanessa doesn’t think so. Brooke likes going slow too, likes taking her time on things. This is most likely treasure scenario number two, and Brooke is using it to show Vanessa how much she loves her. All of this–the planning, the mapmaking, the secrecy–speak clearly of her love.

Heart lighter, Vanessa shoves the doors open and gasps.

A starry black sky twinkles above her, bursting with galaxies of blue and purple and silver, spiraling into reds and pinks and oranges. The whole universe is above her, and she has to hold back from reaching out a hand to touch it.

“It’s beautiful, huh?”

Vanessa looks in front of her, and there’s Brooke. A star in human form. She’s at the front of the planetarium seats, her smile blinding, the gold necklace Vanessa gave her tonight shining at her throat. Vanessa runs and throws herself into Brooke’s arms.

Brooke kisses the top of her head. “Happy anniversary.”

Vanessa pulls back and smiles at her. “This is amazing, Brooke. Seriously. Even though you had to fake injure yourself and put me in a horror movie to do it!” She swats Brooke’s arm gently, grinning when she pouts.

“Well, I had to get you inside here somehow! It seemed like the easiest thing!” Brooke shrugs with a huge grin.

“It was still mean.” Vanessa pouts. “But I love you anyway.”

Brooke blushes, actually blushes, because Vanessa loves her, and her heart fills with even more love for Brooke.

“I know feelings are easy for you,” Brooke says. “But I can’t always say mine as well as you, so I thought this would work. Because I love you so much, Vanessa.”

“I love you too, Brooke. This is perfect.”

Brooke grins. “Yeah. My friend Steve does the planetarium shows and said he could hook us up.”

Vanessa looks up to the control booth at the back of the planetarium, where Steve gives a wave before pressing something and slipping out of the booth. A smooth, slow song pours through the speakers, and Brooke extends a hand. “May I have this dance?”

“You may.” Vanessa giggles, letting Brooke pull her into the dance, swaying back and forth beneath the stars.

“You know,” Vanessa says, “for a minute I thought you were gonna propose.”

Brooke laughs, but then her face is suddenly serious, even worried. “Are you … disappointed that I didn’t?”

“No,” Vanessa says firmly. “I’m not saying I never want you to propose! I just–right now, I just wanna be with you. Marriage is a little sudden. But … someday.”

“Someday,” Brooke agrees. She pauses, a smile on her face. “It’s not a proposal, but I did want to ask you …”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I know your apartment lease is up, and I was wondering if you’d want to move in with me?”

“Yes!” Vanessa can already imagine nights cuddled up watching movies together and not having to go home after, because she already is home. Mornings waking up and making breakfast together, coming home to Brooke after a long day at the library.

“Yes,” Vanessa repeats, holding Brooke a little tighter.

Someday is someday, but that doesn’t matter right now. Because right now, they have each other, and a dance under the stars.

And Vanessa doesn’t need anything else.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #fluff #if you ever wanna be in love verse #athena2 #tw blood mention #concrit welcome #submission

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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Today was a very nice day. But I am very sleepy. I should have like taken a nap or something when I got home but I did not and I sort of regret that. But maybe I will just fall asleep really easy tonight.

I had a nice day though. I woke up at 715 and felt alright. Tired but fine. My hair looked much better today. I put in some curly defining cream last night and I just have the most precious curl in my hair now. It is also finally the last day of that medication. And my skin seems to be doing really well. We can only hope it holds that way now.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. James was making himself pancakes in the kitchen. I sat with him in there for a few minutes. I had some extra time before I needed to leave. But soon enough I headed out.

I brought the laptop with me so I could work on the class for the Basic Health and Safety certificate. I also brought some sewing stuff with me. I had plenty to occupy myself with.

I got to the school a little early. Forgot to clock in for a few minutes but whatever. The kids were excited to see me. They are good kids. I am glad I get to hang out with them again tomorrow, and a little sad that I probably wont be back after that. But honestly well see. Still no kids at the site Im assigned too. Ah well. Going to enjoy it while it lasts.

The morning was quiet. I worked on the class. Had trouble actually getting into the blackboard site, because blackboard is a hell site, but eventually it worked and I got to work.

It basically took all day. It was very interesting though and I had a good time learning things. A lot of it was just, refreshers and stuff that you would know if you have ever worked with kids, but still good.

I took some breaks to sew. I finished up three frogs. But by then the kids were on lunch and I had 4 kids wanting to sew. I forgot my felt bag on my studio desk, so we used some fabric from the art supplies there. And it was honestly just really fun. One kid made a fish, one a stingray, and then two frogs. Mixed success in like. Craftmanship. But I would fix them up when there were little holes. It was a good time.

I had a nice day though. Just in general. I felt happy. The main teacher there let me know that Elizabeth from camp would be calling to ask if I needed First Aid certification. Which I did! Because it expires this month. So thats excellent. But the teacher was mad about it. She was like. Offended that they asked? Which was baffling to me. But whatever. Elizabeth called and I am going to the "in person" next Wednesday. I am glad they put that together for us.

The afternoon finished up and I was glad to go home. I hadnt brought enough snacks and was very hungry. And my hips were bothering me again. The chairs there suck. But the day was over and I headed out into the world.

I got home a little before 330. Google took me a weird way home. Its almost like its been on random mode because its taken me a different way to and from the school every day so far. But I got home and James had made me a grilled cheese and I was happy.

I spent the next hour or so finishing the class. Took the final test. Got a good grade and saved the PDF of my certificate. James was cleaning and then decided to make pumpkin tortellini. With alfrado sauce. I was a little worried I wouldnt like it but it was very nice when it was done.

While he was cooking I worked on our island more. Collecting mushrooms. He started our thanksgiving set up and so I was working on laying things out on the very long line of tables he had made. Its going to look really nice I think.

I made two more sales on instagram. One was someone who already had purchased one frog. So I gave her a discount. Just to be nice. And so after dinner me and James got those ready to go to the post office. Thankfully the ones he had left down on the mail table did get picked up so that is a load off my mind.

Now me and James are just laying around in the dungeon. I am going to go clean up and get ready to go to sleep. I work all day tomorrow. Which I have already forgotten once. But Jess is coming tomorrow! I am excited to spend a few days with her. She got a car so now she can safely travel around. I hope it works out for her.

I hope you all have a good night. Take care of yourselves and eachother. Sleep well.

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detroitbecomeyandere · 6 years ago

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An Angel Like You

Connor wondered about the woman that delivered food to the humans he worked with. Your smile seemed to light up the room, and he paused at the feeling that came from it being directed at Hank instead of himself.

“My food goddess!” Connor resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Hank, but you gave a short laugh at the joke. He stepped closer to Hanks desk to listen to you speak with him. Connor took the moment to watch you, you didn’t seem as cheerful as usual, and you wore a loose turtleneck under your uniform. As he got closer he could see the tension in your shoulders and the way your fingers twisted the collar of your shirt while you spoke with Hank.

“Restraining order huh? Yeah I can help you with that.” Hank nodded before taking a bite out of his burrito. He jerked his head towards Connor and you turned to really look at the android. He gave a slight smile that you returned before turning back to Hank. “Connor can help you with the paperwork. Do you need someone to check your apartment? How are your locks?”

You gasped as a chill ran through you. “I forgot about those. I got a chain for my door last night but I didn’t even think of changing the locks.” Unconsciously your hand went up to your throat and you could see Connor frown out of the corner of your eye. “I’ve never changed a lock before. Hank could you?” You trailed off your question, wondering if you were already asking too much, but he was someone you felt safe around.

“Yeah yeah. Come here after your shift and Connor and I’ll take you home. He can check out everything while I change your locks, okay?” You nodded, thankful he was a regular and thankful he was willing to help you out with this mess from your ex.

“Thank you so much Hank. I don’t know how to repay you for this.” You felt your throat tighten and your eyes started to water. You were scared of your ex, you didn’t want to have to fight him off again. Last night you wondered if you had just gotten lucky and if he was going to come back after everything. He had shown up at your house, drunk again, and you were sure the only reason you were able to walk away without dying was because of that cat statue a friend had given you. It was broken and in the trash now, you owed your life to it since it made such a good weapon while he was choking you.

You jumped a bit when Connor placed a hand on your shoulder. “There’s no need to cry Y/N, everything will be alright.” You gave a small smile before rolling your shoulders back and turning away. You knew your boss had given you some extra time to speak with the police, but you still needed to get back to work. With a promise to return in a few hours you left.

Connor watched you leave before turning to Hank. He was already looking up everything he could on you but still felt the need to ask. “Who exactly is she Hank?”

Hank paused in his eating to answer Connor, “Y/N? Good kid, just made a bad dating choice.” He looked up to see Connor frowning a bit, “You’ll learn more about her tonight.” He took another bite and once that was finished he looked up at where Connor was still standing. “Make yourself useful and go buy a lock. Something an old man like me can work with but that can also withstand someone trying to kick it in. Grab a couple long screws too.”

Connor nodded and left to go to the hardware store, a list in his head at what to buy. He wanted that angel to feel safe, he wanted to see those eyes light up at him. To hear her laugh with him and not Hank. He found himself also buying a few things to keep at his apartment, rarely used though it was. He wanted to bring you there, keep you safe. He kept those items in a different bag, dropping off the other at his apartment before swinging back to the DPD.

You were leaning against Hanks desk, your uniform shirt hanging over one arm with your hat in hand. You had tucked your chin into the turtleneck and were laughing at something Hank was saying. Connor felt something twist in his gut at seeing your eyes sparkle at Hank. He walked up and waved to grab Hanks attention, the older man swinging his feet off the desk and turning towards Connor. You turned to look at him and it pulled at him to see the smile fade from your face. He wanted to see you smile at him.

As he walked up to the two of you Hank patted you on the shoulder, Connor figured he was reminding you that you were safe around him. The three of you went to Hank’s car, you were in the front seat and Connor could watch you give Hank directions. He loved the way your lips twitched in the ghost of a smile, loved the way you crinkled your nose as Hank’s jokes as you laughed along. All too soon the three of you were at your house. The front door looked like someone had tried to break their way in but didn’t make it through. Connor placed a hand on your shoulder as you froze at the sight. He gave what he hoped was a comforting smile and guided you in. All the while looking around and checking the area.

Hank quickly got to work on the lock, first though he changed the screws in the door jam for longer ones. He turned and explained to you that it made doors harder to kick in with the longer screws. You nodded and spoke with him while he changed the locks explaining what he was doing. Connor took the opportunity to look around, for your protection , of course. He tested the windows, noting you had shoved a dowel rod in all the ones that slide sideways. Only one window in the house lifted up, it was a small window in the kitchen. He turned when the floor creaked behind him. You were standing there, hands twisting as you looked out the window.

He wanted to erase that fearful expression. “It’s too small for him to climb through, but the dowel rods won’t stay in place for that window.” He nodded and looked at the window again. He noticed you had tried to put a rod along the side, but it kept falling over.

He gave a smile to you as he pulled the short thick piece of wood out from the window. “You need a longer one. If you put it at an angle it could be used to block the window from opening. It would had to fit completely across the window or it’ll just fall again.” You nodded at his words and turned to leave the kitchen. The floor creaked in the same spot as before. He took note of that spot for the next time. He left the kitchen, noting that there was another similar spot in the hallway before opening the bathroom door to glance inside.

No windows, he turned and looked where you were sitting on the arm of your couch and talking with Hank. Connor slipped into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. There was an assortment of medicine bottles, expired aspirin, a lot of anti-inflammatories. He closed it after a quick scan of everything and went to your room. He wondered why you lived in a two bedroom house but pushed that thought aside as he looked around the room. There was a window near the bed, a quick check revealed you had put a few extra locks on the bedroom window. He turned and noticed on the nightstand there was another pill bottle. Prescription sleeping pills, you probably needed them to stay asleep. It would explain some of your worries about safety.

Connor’s mind raced with possibilities, he could slowly build up to bringing you to live with him. He had to gain your trust first- bring you to love him. To care for him. He left the bedroom and went to check the other room. It was messy compared to the rest of the house, and he frowned at seeing the crack in that window. “I’m getting it replaced tomorrow.” He turned to see you standing behind him again. You were staring past him, he followed your gaze and saw small spots of blood on the floor. “Didn’t clean it well enough.” You mumbled to yourself, not realizing Connor’s hearing was better than a humans. His hand twitched and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

The small bit of comfort was enough to break you. You started to cry and Connor wrapped you in his arms, he wasn’t sure if he had done something wrong but he savored the feeling of you clinging to him as the tears escaped you. He ran one hand through your hair as the other curled around you and pulled you flush against him. He enjoyed the warmth of your body as you sought comfort for a moment before you pulled away from him. He wanted to pull you back in but knew it wouldn’t do to scare you off. Instead he ran his hands over your arms as you used your sleeves to wipe the tears from your face.

The evening seemed to pass by quickly for Connor as you made dinner for Hank to thank him. He noticed you glance out the window every time a car drove by, how your eyes seemed to tighten at the shouts of neighbors. You were scared of them leaving, but wouldn’t ask them to stay any longer. Connor noticed how shaky you seemed when waving the two of them out the door, the click of both locks followed them. Hank climbed into his car and looked through the window to Connor. “Ain’t you getting in?”

He gave his partner a smile and shook his head, “I’ll walk home instead Hank. It really isn’t that far from here and it would be nice to do a perimeter check before I head back.”

Hank nodded and spoke one last time before turning on his music, “Alright. She’s a good kid, didn’t deserve a bastard like her ex. Who ever does though?” With Knights of the Black Death blasting in the air he drove off and left Connor standing by the road. He turned to see you peeking through the window before you dropped the blinds. You saw him walk away and sank down to the ground.

You didn’t know how to feel about him, part of you felt he should be trusted because he was Hank’s partner, but the way he stared at you made you feel like a bug. You walked over to the kitchen and began to clean up the dishes, trying to calm yourself down. There was no way your ex was going to try and get in again , especially after you smashed that statue against his head. He was probably still in the hospital if he did go to get stitched up. Once you cleaned up the kitchen you double checked the locks before turning off the other lights. Then you went to take a shower, hoping you could finally relax under the hot water.

You kept the lights off, just lighting a candle as you turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. You quickly stripped, not bothering to glance in the mirror. You didn’t notice the bathroom door open a crack as you pulled your phone out of your pants, selected a playlist, then placed it by the candle. Soft music filled the room as you climbed into the shower. You ignored the sting of the spray on your bruises and instead tried to relax. The faint, softly flickering light helped. You didn’t know why, but sometimes just cutting off the lights helped calm you down. You froze when the door creaked, your heart pounding in your ears as part of you screamed that it was your ex. After a moment of no other noises you calmed down, reminding yourself that if the door wasn’t properly shut it would creak like that from all the warm air.

After your shower you turned off your music, toweled off, and put the candle out. Still in the dark you went straight to the bedroom, only then did you turn on the light. You quickly changed into an oversized shirt and underwear before grabbing your water bottle and taking your sleeping pills. Then you turned on your computer and selected some music to play before turning the light off and climbing into bed.

About an hour after you had fallen asleep Connor finally left the other room. He almost had given himself away after seeing your naked silhouette in the mirror’s reflection. Thankfully the sound of the creaking floorboards hadn’t stopped you from taking your shower, so he had taken a few more moments to just watch you through the shower curtain. He had hidden himself in the other room once you finished your shower though. Once he was sure you were asleep he walked into your bedroom.

You looked beautiful in your sleep. The bruising around your throat made him angry though, no one should ever touch you but him. He stepped closer, but you didn’t stir. You slept soundly due to the sleeping pills as he slowly made his way into your bed. He paused for a moment as he sat down on the bed, but you didn’t even twitch in your sleep. Then he took off his shoes and laid down next to you. He very slowly pulled the blanket down, one hand propping himself up as he traced over your body with his eyes.

He wanted to rush, he wanted to taste you right then and make you scream his name- but Connor knew it would be better if he were patient. So instead of climbing on you and devouring you then, he finished pulling the blanket down to your knees and ran his fingers up and down your thighs while softly kissing your neck. He paused for a moment as a small sigh escaped your lips. You arched slightly into his touch, but stayed sound asleep. Connor dragged his fingers higher up and traced the outside of your underwear. He curled against your back, his other hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast.

He buried his face into your neck and tried to imagine how you would react under him while awake. He closed his eyes as you arched into him, feeling the way your ass pressed against him. He pushed your underwear down and slid his fingers over your slit. He felt emboldened by your reactions and the fact that you were still asleep. He wondered if you thought it was all an erotic dream, he hoped you were dreaming of him as he slowly teased you with his fingers. In one smooth motion his fingers were inside you, quickly moving back and forth as he kissed your neck.

If he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend you were awake. If he kept his eyes closed as he alternated between grabbing at your breasts and tweaking your nipples he could pretend this was alright. With a grunt of frustration he rolled you onto your back and pushed up your shirt as he undid his pants. He groaned as he wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it, he felt torn between tasting you and attacking your breasts with his mouth. His decision felt made for him when you groaned softly and opened your legs wider. He stopped stroking himself and knelt down, bringing your legs up onto his shoulders as he ran a tongue over your core.

He froze for a moment at the sound that escaped your lips, but when he looked up, you were still completely asleep. Just- enjoying what you probably thought was a dream. He dipped his head back down, sliding two fingers in as well as he circled over your clit with his tongue. He savored the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers as he moved them. He kept going, pausing every once in a while to check you really were still sleeping as your legs would clench up and then shake. After a while he pulled away. It was almost 4am by then and as much as he wanted to continue, he knew he should get back to his apartment. He pulled your shirt back down over your breasts and pulled your underwear back up. Then he rolled you back to your side and pulled the covers over you before heading back to his place.

Somnophilia is literally the key to my heart. 🤤Birooksun never ever disappoints.

—Mod Kylie

#submission #birooksun #dbh connor #yandere #tw: noncon #l

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birooksun · 6 years ago

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An angel like you

Read on AO3! (Part 2)

Connor watched you leave before turning to Hank. He was already looking up everything he could on you but still felt the need to ask. “Who exactly is she Hank?”

He gave his partner a smile and shook his head, “I’ll walk home instead Hank. It really isn’t that far from here and it would be nice to do a perimeter check before I head back.”

#yandere connor #yandere dbh #detroit become human #detroit become human connor #dbh connor #reader/connor #reader insert #dbh fanfic #my fanfiction

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wetsydy · 6 years ago

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Baby Don’t Sleep - Chapter Three

Collab with @hanannnnnnn :)

Warnings: Bad language, Kinda long.

Thomas was impatient. The end of the day couldn’t come quick enough. By the time 5:00 had finally rolled around, he was all packed up and ready to go.

He made his way to Alexander’s office. Thomas scoffed. Of course the little shit was working late.

Not even bothering to knock on the door, Thomas entered Hamilton’s office.

“Perhaps you forgot?” He shut Hamilton’s laptop, drawing a protest from the man.

“What the fuck?!”

“We have arrangements for tonight. And you know I have a thing with punctuality,” Thomas supplied, leaning on the desk and making eye contact with Alex.

Alexander frowned. “You’re lucky I was working on google docs, you fucker.” Despite this, he started packing up his things and got ready to leave his office for the night.Thomas rolled his eyes lightly, shaking his head with the others statement and crossing his arms as he leaned back up.

“Behave, Hamilton. Do you want to be left again?” He growled softly, and Alexander swallowed a little, shaking his head quickly and packing up his things, putting his laptop in its case and sighing as he glanced around, he was about to say that he was ready, before Thomas spoke up.

“Splendid! Let’s go, yes? I can drive.”

Hamilton didn’t know how to feel. He was always so sure of himself. He was the one who made his way up the ladder. He had to work hard to earn Washington’s respect and make a name for himself. Now, he was allowing himself to be silenced and practically controlled by this (he’ll admit it, handsome) jerk. Something about Thomas taking control made him feel something. He didn’t know what it was that he was feeling, but so far he had let his curiosity lead him and he wasn’t exactly complaining about how things had turned out so far.

Thomas stared at Alexander expectantly, sighing with a shrug as he made a gesture with his finger to follow him, before he turned and walked out of the office with a hum, the men around watching and Thomas keeping a straight face as he stalked down the hall towards the exit. Clocking out with his ID before he waited for Alexander. He watched the male with interest, he was surprised on how he allowed him to control him, but loved the power nonetheless

Thomas lead the way to his car. Something fancy, like a jaguar or a mercedes, but Alex didn’t care. All that was on his mind was the man who owned it.

The drive to Thomas’ was tense. Very few words were exchanged between the two men. Despite the fact that Alexander had been anticipating this, he was still nervous. He was willing to give himself up to Thomas tonight. A week ago, he would have never dreamed of wanting Thomas all over him. Dominating him. Telling him that he had to be nice, that he had to-

Alex quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He had distantly heard Thomas tell him that they were almost to his place. Not wanting to get excited too early, Alex began observing the neighbourhood that they were driving through, to try and deduce what type of place Jefferson would seem as acceptable to live in.

“Have I mentioned Monticello?” Thomas asked, thinking. “That’s what the place is called.” He chuckled softly and continued to drive, trying to strike up a conversation so he would stop trying to glance over at the beautiful man beside him.

Alexander chuckled nervously, and shook his head. “Not very specifically. You built it, right?”

“I designed it.” He hummed, nodding in satisfaction with the males guess, and Alexander seemed to hum with how Thomas seemed proud of him. He couldn’t help how he liked the thought of Thomas proud of something he did.

Not too much later they pulled into a long driveway, Thomas calmly unbuckling his seatbelt as he drove and parked at the stairs of his home, leaving Alexander is hysterics.

“Holy shit, this place is fucking huge.” And Thomas snickered a little, getting out to open the other man’s door.

Huge was an understatement. Alexander had never seen a house as big as this one in person. The front lawn (well, it would be more fitting to call it a field) was perfectly tended to, the grass being the most dazzling shade of green, even in the twilight.

He continued to marvel at the white columns that surrounded the entrance of the building. He had to give Thomas credit- this was one of the most beautifully designed things he’s ever payed his eyes on.

And Alexander told Thomas just that. He told him how amazing the structures were, how well the different shades coincided.

“God, I can’t believe you made this!” Alex was still gushing, his head craned back so that see could see the full stature of Monticello.

Thomas chuckled. “Glad someone else loves this place as much as I do,” he said, leading Alexander to the door. “Come on, it’s even better on the inside.”

Thomas pulled out his keys, smiling softly as he unlocked the door, he honestly thought it was adorable how Alexander was so amazed by his home. He slowly led the male through the entrance and sighing happily as he looked around. “Welcome to Monticello.” He murmured softly, turning to look at him.

Alexander looked around slowly, and smiled widely, he looked at the taller male and sighed happily, a slight blush on his cheeks.

Thomas chuckled softly and smiled at him. “Would you like a tour?” He offered softly, and Alexander quickly nodded, making him hum and nod, taking his wrist and leading him slowly.

Alexander tried to ignore Thomas’ casual touch and focused on the house. The atrium itself was bigger than Alex’s apartment. The walls were lined with all sorts of artwork, from classic to contemporary, realist to abstract.

“Cool paintings,” Alex commented, pointing at the walls.

“Oh, you like them?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah... you’ve got a real eclectic style,” Alex thought out loud, examining the paintings that were the closest to him. “I would never put all of these paintings together in one space, but they work.”

“Well I’d hope so. I made them,” Thomas shrugged nonchalantly.

Alex blinked. “You painted these?”

Now it was Thomas’ turn to blush. “Yeah. Didn’t think anyone would wanna buy them, so I just hung ‘em up.”

“They’re fucking amazing!” Alexander exclaimed. At this, Thomas regained a more confident posture. Alex continued: “God, is there anything you can’t do?”

Thomas grinned. “Getting you to shut up for more than five minutes has been something I’ve yet to accomplish.”

Alexander rolled his eyes a little at that, but it was more playful. Thomas smiled to himself and looked at the paintings for a moment, before he slowly led him upstairs, and then he hummed a little. “After this tour I’ll welcome you to one of my favorite rooms, the wine cellar.” He chuckled. Leading him to the bedrooms and gesturing to rooms, addressing what and who’s room it is, smiling when they came to his own bedroom. (And just to not make Thomas fucking insane, his bed isn’t right in the middle of an office and bedroom) he gently pushed open the door with Alexander following quickly behind him and looking around the huge bedroom, his eyes wide. It was ungodly clean, and super neat, there was a few pieces of furniture around the room, but his bed was made and standing slightly tall, Alexander smiled over at the Virginian, who leaned over to murmur. “Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll get to explore this one more, maybe later.” Before he slowly strode out of the bedroom.

Alex followed him out of the door and back down to the ground floor.

Thomas led them to the kitchen and to a rustic looking door.

“Here it is,” Thomas announced, gesturing to the door. “All of my wine is in this cellar.”

“So... you have a whole room... for wine?” Alex confirmed.

“You make it sound so pretentious, Alexander,” Thomas chided. “It’s a hobby. Aren’t I allowed to have a hobby?”

“Sure, hundred-thousand dollar hobbies are perfectly acceptable,” Alex deadpanned.

“Shut the fuck up. Let’s go down.”

They made their way down the cellar stairs to a romantically lit room with its walls lined with bottles and bottles of wine.

“So what’s up with this expired grape juice huh?” Alexander joked.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Sit down.”

There was a small table and two chairs in the corner of the room. Alex took a seat and waited for Thomas to come and sit.

When he did, we was carrying two glasses and an old bottle.

Thomas set everything down on the table and took his jacket off. He loosened his tie, then sat down in front of Hamilton.

Alex just watched Thomas. The Virginian was opening the bottle of wine, almost religiously, and began pouring it in the glasses. He ceremoniously swirled the wine around, closed his eyes, and smelled the drink.

He seemed content. Alexander wished he could freeze this moment in time and relive it over and over.

“Here, let me.”

Thomas’ voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Scoot your chair closer,” Thomas ordered, and Alexander obliged.

Thomas held one of the glasses to Alexander’s mouth. “Taste it.”

Alex opened his mouth and looked at Thomas when he put the edge of the glass to his lips. Thomas’ eyes were lidded with lust as he watched Alex drink from the glass he was holding.

After a few moments, Thomas put the glass down.

Alexander licked his lips when the glass was taken down. The wine was good. Almost too good. He opened his eyes to stare at the Virginian, who’s gaze was focused on his lips (which had been stained by the dark color of wine), they stared at each other, for what felt like a life time, and Thomas leaned back slowly, turning the glass and pressing his lips in the sand relative spot Alexander’s where, taking a long sip before he sat the glass down and folded his hands in his lap, staring heavy lidded at Alexander, before he murmured. “Come here.”

The immigrant quickly got up, and took a step towards him, Thomas pushing his chair out a bit then he pat his thighs, before he rest his arms back on the back of the chair.

Alexander took a moment to register this, before he slowly sank down, sitting down on his thighs and staring up at the taller man.

Thomas had a smug look on his face when the man sat in his lap, and he nodded, smirking as he glanced down to Alexander’s exposed neck, there where still bruises there, (which where poorly hidden) and he shook his head. “Let me have a look at you, Hamilton.”

#hamilton #jamilton #lin-manuel miranda #daveed diggs #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #lmao #collab #fanfic

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