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let-it-raines · 5 years ago

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Catch Me If You Can (18/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

A/n: Thank you all for being so incredibly kind to me all of the time! You don’t have to do that, and I can’t thank you enough! We’re back from London in this chapter, and they’re having that “sleepover” that was talked about. In a totally not cheesy (or at least my tolerable amount of cheesy) way ❤️

Thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke for beta-ing, and @carpedzem, I think you might like this one!

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-/-

“I have four days off of work, and I feel like you.”

Emma sighs the words as she drops a bag in the entryway of Killian’s apartment, the black and white bag making a small thud against the hardwood. He’s got absolutely no idea what she has in there, but it sounds like every book she’s ever owned plus a brick or two that she somehow picked up on her subway ride over here.

Killian fakes a laugh, rolling his eyes a bit as Emma walks up to him and wraps her hands around the back of his neck, pressing up on her toes to gently brush her lips over his in greeting.

“You’re so funny,” he says sarcastically. “You know for a fact what I do on my days where I’m not pitching. I work a solid two hours a day on all of those days.”

Emma hums as her fingers curl into the back of his hair, and he can practically see the mischief dancing in her eyes. “You poor, hard-working man. I don’t know how you do that.”

“I put one pant leg on at a time like everyone else in the world.”

“You are basically a hero.”

“I definitely think I have a mark in a hero column.” Killian dips his head to run his lips over hers again in a better greeting than the one they just had. “I’m happy you have four days off. Whatever are you going to do with them?”

“Tonight, I was promised a sleepover with my boyfriend where he’s going to bake for me. Tomorrow, I think I’m going to go hang out with my nephew and take him outside to sweat it out in this insufferable July heat, and then for the next two days – who knows? I think I might just sleep while you spend your days exercising and suffering outside.”

“I am particularly interested in the activities you’re going to do on the first day.”

“I thought you would be. Can I take a shower first, though? I went to spin class with Ruby this morning, and I feel super gross.”

“I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything about the smell but – ”

Emma slaps his chest and laughs before baking away, a smile on her face. “Shut up, you ass. I’m finally going to go see what kind of shampoo it is that you use to make your hair soft and smell so good. You can learn a lot about a man from his shower.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to join you, love? It feels wrong that you’re seeing my bedroom and bathroom for the first time without me.”

“Oh no, it’s awesome. Like I said,” Emma sighs as she picks up her bag supposedly full of books and bricks, “I’m about to snoop. Be back in however much time it takes me to go through your stuff.”

“The hot water twists to the right,” he yells at her before picking up his mug of coffee and taking a sip, laughing under his breath at Emma.

Ridiculous woman who he loves.

So much.

Every part of him wants to tell her, wants to say the words out loud so that she knows just what she means to him, but he’s still biting his tongue. He thinks Emma might love him too, that she might be in the same place emotionally, but he doesn’t know. There have been moments in the past week where he thinks maybe just maybe she’s going to say something, but then she’ll change the subject or smile at him and he’ll know that the words aren’t coming.

Emma’s been burned so badly in her past, from her parents to her exes to the assholes she works with, and he’s still so amazed that their relationship is going so well. They very obviously had a rocky start, but the faith and trust that he has in her and that she has in him to share the depths of her heart astounds him.

This is – this is everything that he never thought he’d have again, and he keeps telling himself to calm down in his future thoughts because it’s still so soon.

When has his timing ever matched up with conventional standards?

But she makes him so incredibly happy, and even when they get into little arguments, he’s glad to be having those. Weirdly, he missed them. He missed having someone to debate dinner plans with and to have to schedule time to spend with and all of those other little things.

Emma was so good with his nieces in London last week too. He knew that she would be since she has so much experience with Leo, but it was refreshing to see how taken she was with Addy and Lucy. Or really, how taken Addy and Lucy were with her. Killian knew that asking her to come to Addison’s birthday party was a bit of a gamble that she likely wouldn’t take him up on, but he’s so glad that she did. Watching her walk around the room in that yellow dress effortlessly talking to his family was absolutely everything to him.

Logically, he knows that once they decide to share that they’re dating with those closest to them, Emma’s going to have to do some kind of reintroduction to the family, and he hopes that it goes well then too, that no one is mad at them for hiding such a big thing right under their noses.

That’s not going to happen. It simply won’t.

Elsa and the girls had nothing but nice things to say about Emma after that day, especially when the girls kept trying to sit next to her on the plane ride home, and all Liam did was tease him about asking her out and how she must be the most forgiving woman on the planet.

She must be.

Killian can hear the water run through the pipes to the shower in his bathroom, and since he heard no screaming, he assumes Emma figured out how the shower works well enough on her own. So, he opens his fridge and starts pulling out the ingredients he needs today. He had to go grocery shopping this morning, which was a bit of an ordeal since he had no idea what he was shopping for, and he feels like his fridge is stocked with food to make enough baked goods to stock one of those insane sales that Addy and Lucy have at their school every few months.

How much money can they really raise through selling baked goods? Donating money would likely be more effective, but he is very obviously not on a PTA board.

But he told Emma that he would bake for her one of these days, or really, that he would bake with her, and he’ll be damned if they don’t finally do that today. He swears that things keep getting more and more hectic lately in between traveling for work and then doing actual work, and they never get a moment to just breathe and be in each other’s company.

Or talk.

They have a hell of a lot to talk about as well, and there never seems to be time. Hence why they’ve been home from London for over a week and still haven’t been able to talk about telling their friends and family.

What is life going to look like during the off-season? He wants to imagine, but he can’t. Not quite yet. That’s getting ahead of himself once more.

As the water in the bathroom runs, he starts mixing the ingredients for the crust of the strawberry lemonade bars they’re going to make. He knows that Emma is a bigger fan of chocolate while he is not, and on another day, they’ll do something more up her alley. He’s got things for smores, mostly as a joke, and he imagines she wouldn’t mind simply eating the chocolate bars.

The water turns off in the bathroom, and yet twenty minutes later, Emma still hasn’t emerged from his bedroom. Curious, he puts the whisk he’s using down and wanders back down the hallway to his bedroom, his door open so that he can see Emma sitting on his bed with a brush in hand as she works at a tangle in her damp hair, gaze focused out of one of floor-to-ceiling windows to the city skyline below.

“Hey.”

Her head twists toward him, a soft smile curved on her lips.

“Hey,” she smiles, tugging at her brush, “you have a super nice shower, and I’m totally going to utilize that more often. Also, your bed is comfortable, and it is a shame we have never used it before. Like, I love your couch a lot and the times we have had on it, but I think the bed may win.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing in here this entire time? Thinking about my bed?”

“Yep. I wasn’t really going to snoop. That’s weird. I just wanted to make sure your bed was comfortable, and I was right.”

Killian chuckles under his breath as he steps further into the room and bends his knees to brush a kiss across her temple. “I wouldn’t have minded if you snooped. There’s nothing to hide in here.” She arches a brow. “Really? You don’t have some kind of super weird shrine of me hidden in your closet?”

“Hmmm, no. I have one of Erin Andrews though. She’s my favorite blonde sportscaster.”

“You’re the worst,” Emma groans even as a chuckle passes through her lips. She tosses her brush behind her, letting it bounce on the mattress, before falling back onto the mattress herself. It’s then that he notices she’s wearing a matching set of pajamas, pink and white striped shorts with a button down with the same pattern. “Your jokes are not homeruns today.”

“Yours aren’t either, darling,” he sighs before sitting down next to her and running his hands up her inner thigh before messing with the hem of her shorts. “Did you bring matching pajamas simply to mess with me?”

Her head pops up to look at him, golden hair darkened by the water and her face bare of makeup. “Yep. You said we were having a sleepover, and I am taking you to your word. If it makes you feel less like we’re teenagers, though, I do not have a bra on under this shirt.”

“Really now?” he growls, twisting on the bed and crawling toward her, his mouth hovering over hers as his hand snakes up underneath her shirt to feel the soft skin and the very obvious lack of a bra covering her breast as he flicks his fingers over her nipple. “Ah, you weren’t lying then.”

“I tend to like to tell the truth.”

“That’s good. Me too.”

His tongue slides into the warm heat of her mouth as Emma gasps beneath him, her hips arching up while her mouth explores his even though she’s most definitely already got it mapped out. It’s as intoxicating as ever to kiss Emma, to glide and nip and tease as arousal tricks down to the base of his spine and his groin. This is not at all what he came into his bedroom for, but intentions were very literally left at the door now that he’s teasing her breast and tangling his tongue with hers in a passionate slide.

It’s quick as he unbuttons the buttons on Emma’s shirt, quicker still as she pushes him onto his back and slides his joggers off of his legs so that she can bite at the skin at his hip, nibbling a bruise into his skin that he’s sure will be there for days. There’s no time to worry about that, though, because then Emma’s hand is settling at the base of his length while her mouth settles around the tip, and he nearly implodes right then and there.

Fucking glorious.

And he tells her so in a stuttered breath, one that he can barely catch from the way that she’s working him higher and higher. His hips arch up off the bed when she hums around him, and his head presses back into his pillow while his eyes shut. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t…and then the heat of Emma’s mouth is gone, and his eyes open as his heart wildly pounds in his chest. He’s just about to ask if she’s okay and then if she is, what the hell is she doing, but then he watches her slide a condom down his shaft before she settles over him and sinks down onto him so that he can feel the most glorious heat of all.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, reaching forward to grab onto her hips, holding on tightly enough that his fingerprints might as well be inked into her skin. “How many times do I have to tell you, love, that you’re going to be the death of me?”

Emma rocks above him, her still-damp hair falling down her back as she arches it. “A few more times, at least. Or until you die.”

“I love that you can be so morbid in a moment like this.”

“I, ah, I try.”

As much as Killian wants to thrust up into her, to control the movements and the pace, he lets Emma do just that as he watches her move above him in what is very well the most glorious sight he’s ever seen. He can turn his head to either the right and see a skyline of Manhattan that looks out onto Central Park, but nothing can compare to this. Not the view from his bedroom or the view of miles and miles of ocean stretching out ahead of him with the sun beating down on his back.

Not even the view of thousands of people cheering for him in the stands.

Nothing compares to Emma.

The muscles in her thighs flex as she continues to move, her hands curled into the hair of his chest and pulling at him, and he can see sweat beading at her forehead. He imagines that later she’ll complain about how she just showered, how she was already sore from going to spin class, but there are no complaints now as his orgasm rolls in on a slow motion that has him cursing Emma’s name instead of confessing his love for her.

That may very well be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but thankfully he could focus on his own falling apart and then Emma’s, her orgasm coming to her with her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

That’s another glorious sight right there. They seem to be never ending.

“Just for the record,” Emma sighs several minutes later when they’ve cleaned themselves up and changed back into clothes, “that was not my intention for this morning.”

Killian cocks a brow and moves to cross his arms behind his head from where he’s propped up in bed, a sated smile on his face. “Am I simply that irresistible to you?”

“You smelled really good, so obviously I just had to fuck you.”

“Oh, well, of course.”

Emma giggles against his shoulder before looking up at him and brushing her lips over the corner of his mouth. “And maybe. I feel like I can’t tell you that you’re irresistible because then I’ll inflate your ego too much.”

“Ah yes. That could be an issue.”

Emma opens her mouth to say something, and he feels his stomach twist in anticipation only for Emma’s stomach to audibly growl. “I feel like now would be a good time to get that baking done.”

“Oh shit,” he curses, gently moving Emma off of him so that he can get up from bed, “I left the ingredients out on the counter before I came in here. They’re not supposed to sit out that long.”

-/-

“You’ve got a little something on your cheek, love,” Killian teases as the two of them stand in his kitchen, his countertops covered in bowls and pans with cartons and bags left open. It’s far from the tidiness that he usually keeps, but no part of him minds this morning as he and Emma get more time together.

Emma scrunches up her nose in response, reaching her hand up to wipe at her face on both sides and only managing to get flyaway hairs from her still-damp braid stuck to her cheek.

“Did I get it?”

“No,” he lies, squinting his eyes so that he can focus in on her face just that little bit more. How is he so enamored with those freckles? “On your left cheek, Swan. Right in the middle.”

She huffs with a slight roll of her eyes before raising her hand and rubbing at her cheek while he reaches into the bowl of icing for their strawberry lemonade bars they’re (mostly him) making and swipes his finger through the cream before running his finger down Emma’s cheek as her lips part and her eyes quickly blink up at him.

“Did you just make up me having something on my cheek so that you could put icing there?”

“Yep.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re calling me that a lot today.”

“Yeah, well,” she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as the pout that’s on her face begins crack, the corner of her mouth ticking up the slightest bit on the right, “you are being one.”

“Hey, love?” he asks, knowing that he’s about to start truly pissing her off, “you have a little something on your cheek. You should probably get that.”

If her eyes could roll to the back of her head, they would, and while Emma says that he’s the one without a great poker face, she doesn’t have too great of one right now either. She uncrosses her arms, and she looks like she’s going to wipe at the stripe of icing that’s on her cheek, but at the last minute, she lunges for the bowl only for him to grab her wrists and pull her arms upwards so that she can’t get the icing.

“Asshole,” Emma repeats while he laughs, nudging her knee away from his so that they can move out of the kitchen. Or at least a little. He’s pretty sure that Emma has her knees locked so that she won’t move. “You can’t just put icing on my face and not give me the opportunity to do the same to you.”

The words “love isn’t fair” almost escape his lips, but he bites his tongue, one particular word in that sentence not something he can say unless he’s calling Emma “love.” Even that sometimes seems risky, but it’s as natural as saying her name.

“Maybe later,” he falsely sighs, dipping his head to brush his lips over her cheek so that he can taste the icing that resides there, a sweet taste of strawberry. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re cheesy.”

“I don’t think I’m covered in cheese.”

“Oh my gosh,” Emma groans, leaning forward so that her forehead presses into his chest, her laugh loud enough so that he can feel the vibrations of it. “I cannot believe that I’m actively choosing to date you.”

“Trust me, darling, I ask myself why you’re dating me every single day.”

“As you should.”

They eventually get back to actually baking, the two of them working in companionable silence even though he keeps having to tell Emma to keep going on mixing the batter. She wants to use a mixer, which is fine most of the time, but this is always better if it’s done by hand. Emma is not a baker in the slightest, and while he knew that, it does surprise him the slightest bit when she asks questions that he thinks most people know the answer to. Then again, she never had someone to teach her to cook or bake or any basic life skills, which is probably why she loves grilled cheese sandwiches and other simple foods like that. They were something she could teach herself.

Liam taught him how to cook. Brennan never cared enough to.

But then again, past the knowledge that Liam gave him and that he learned from watching the Cooking Channel, he’d know nothing about baking if it wasn’t for the accident and his broken arm and torn rotator cuff. Almost instinctively, he rolls his shoulders back and begins stretching his right arm to loosen it up. It’s felt fine the past few days, but he felt a slight pull in it late last night and is hoping that it’s not going to start acting up again. He knows that his injury is most likely going to have a permanent effect on him, but like always, some days are better than others. And he’s doing everything to prevent it. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do if presented with another long injury lay-off. Would he even have the motivation to try to come back?

That’s not a thought that he wants to have.

So, he doesn’t. He goes back to telling Emma about his day yesterday and how well he thinks the team is going to do for the rest of the season. His confidence with his arm may fluctuate, but his confidence with the team does not. They’re playing damn well this season, better even than last season, and he can’t help but hope that they’re going to be standing on the field as winners at the last game of the season.

Getting ahead of himself. He’s got to stop doing that.

“Yeah, well, if that happens, you still can’t ask me out on air,” Emma teases, bumping her hip into his while she pours the batter into the pan.

“Swan, we’ve very much established that only you ask me out in this relationship.”

“Exactly. I’m obviously the person who always makes the big moves.”

Killian shakes his head before kissing to top of her head and turning around to put the tray into his oven, closing the door and setting a timer for thirty minutes on his phone. He and Emma settle down onto his couch, Emma throwing her legs over his lap and stretching her arm over his shoulder while his hand settles on her inner thigh. It’s comfortable, relaxed, and he could fall asleep with the way the sun is softly coming through his windows and the television is playing quietly in the background.

But he doesn’t. Mostly because Emma starts talking.

“So, we need to talk.”

His head twists toward her so that he can look in her eyes. “I feel like that’s something you’ve said before.”

“Funny,” Emma laughs, nibbling on her bottom lip, “because I have, and we’re about to have the same conversation.”

A sigh passes through his lips as his mind connects the dots. “Ah, well, what is it you want to say? I figure you have an itemized list in that head since you’re the one who brought it up.”

“It’s not itemized, per say. It’s just kind of there all mixed around.” Her free hand moves as she says this, and she sinks a little further into the couch, splaying her legs out over him even more. It’s the most comfortable and awkward he thinks she’s ever looked in his presence. “I’m…it’s hard, okay. Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing,” he says even as he laughs, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip while Emma glares up at him. “Okay, okay. You’re just so flustered, and it’s adorable.”

“How do we ever have serious conversations?”

“Usually we’re in a hotel bed.”

“Damn, you’re right. I’d say we go back to your bed, but I feel like I’ll get distracted by how soft your sheets are.”

“Oh, and not by me?”

“Nope,” Emma chuckles, bopping his nose, “not at all.”

His hand taps at her hip, fingers curling up underneath her top so that he can pinch the skin on her stomach. “Share what’s on your mind, darling.”

She sighs, her lashes fluttering closed against cheeks.

“So, I really, really want to tell people about you and me. I want to be able to not have to lie to Ruby about where I’ve been or not be able to tell David and Mary Margaret what’s going on in my life. And I want you to be able to tell Liam and Elsa. I don’t want to go to any other parties where I just happen to be there and have to act like I don’t’ know all of this information about your family. But then it’s just so complicated because, like, what about your team? Obviously, we can’t tell everyone, but you probably want to tell Robin and Will, maybe even Eric. And telling Eric means telling Ariel, probably Belle too, and then it’s just this wide web of people who know and can’t say anything. And it really doesn’t change how we spend our time together except adding a few apartments for us to hang out in. By the way, there’s a dude with a camera hanging out outside the apartment building, and I had to wait for him to leave his spot to come inside. So, there’s that too.”

Emma just spewed a couple hundred words at him in what must have been a singular breath, and he feels like he’s whiplashed as he tries to work through them all and pick exactly where he needs to start.

Damn, okay. This is complicated. This is all so complicated, and it’s very much his fault for his actions of nearly a year ago. There are other factors and complications, and while yes, the two of them could very much say that they’re dating and be able to live their lives more freely, they both know that it’ll be easier to possibly share once the season is over. It’ll make Emma’s life and job less complicated and while things are obviously going well, those few extra months will make it easier for them to actually know what they’re doing here.

“Okay,” Killian finally sighs, figuring he might as well take it item by item, “so first of all, I can get you a key to the back entrance so you don’t have to deal with the occasional obnoxious paparazzi who obviously don’t know that I’m not that interesting. I should have already done that, but I felt like that would be a bit presumptuous.”

“Yeah, I would have freaked the fuck out.”

“You’re not doing that right now?”

She shrugs. “Only a little.”

“So that’s one problem solved,” he sighs, tapping one finger against her stomach for emphasis. “Next, when you go home tomorrow, I want you to tell Ruby and Graham, okay? That’s going to be step one, and I’d honestly really like to come over and see your apartment and meet them. The same goes with David and Mary Margaret and even Ruth. Those people are all your family, and if you want to share that you have the most handsome lover in all of New York, I want you to do that.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to tell Ruth and David. I’m going to call you my lover and see which one freaks out more. I bet David asks me for sex details.”

“Swan,” he groans as his head leans against the top of his couch, his lips curling into a smile, “that sounds like a good way for me to get murdered.”

“David is not that scary.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve found that no matter how progressive the world gets, older brothers tend to be far too protective, and no offense, but David is that type. I bet when we meet that he’ll squeeze my hand far too tightly in the handshake.”

“I hate that you’re right about that.”

“Exactly. But we’re clear on that. You tell your family, and I will tell mine. We’ll both make it clear that this doesn’t get out, and since we trust them, we know they’re going to respect that, yeah? And just so you know, I guarantee that Liam is going to insist on meeting you again and pull all of that older brother shit too.”

“Maybe we should just let he and David hash it out.”

“That’s exactly what we should do,” Killian chuckles as his phone starts to buzz, the timer for the oven going off. Emma’s legs slide off of him for him to stand from the couch and walk to the kitchen, grabbing two oven mitts to remove the hot pan and place it on the burners. “But seriously. We take this slow, okay? I know that I’m going to tell Liam and Elsa first, and you’ll likely tell Ruby first. And if it goes well, we take baby steps to move onto other people.”

“Are they going to totally hate us for keeping this a secret from them?”

“Maybe but not once they see how happy we are.”

Emma stands from the couch and walks over to him in the kitchen, leaning over his island to eye the cooling lemonade bars. “So, when are we going to be able to eat those?”

“In about an hour, so you have to be patient.”

“I’ve never been particularly good at that.”

-/-

Walking around the apartment, Killian starts opening up curtains to let the florescent lights of the city in, his bedroom painted in a soft glow of red and greens and yellows. The only light he has on in his bedroom is from the television, so he keeps seeing Emma’s features in flashes. It’s likely the laziest day he’s had in years, and while they did hash out details of letting their under-wraps relationship be a little more public, most of their day has been spent in bed exploring each other or watching Netflix and eating their baked goods and the pizza that he ordered. He knows that he and Emma teased each other about this being a sleepover when they’re both grown adults who are dating and not teenagers who are spending the night at their friend’s house, but they’re somehow falling into all of the stereotypes they teased each other about.

The glass of rum he’s had and the glass of wine Emma’s nursing surely help.

Maybe a little bit of boredom too.

“Truth,” Emma says flatly, pulling his comforter further up over her lap.

“Hmm,” he hums while he makes his way back to the bed, crawling under the covers and shifting to run his legs over Emma’s so that he can feel her smooth skin, “tell me the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“My boyfriend asked me out on TV.”

“Is that your serious answer?”

“Yep.” Emma twists in the bed and scoots down further under the covers, her blonde hair still twisted into a braid, but a lot of the front pieces have fallen out and are landing on her bare shoulders. “That’s what I’m sticking with for now. It’s your turn. Truth or dare.”

“I feel ridiculous playing this game.”

“But it’s fun.”

“Aye,” he laughs, reaching over to grab her hand and tangle their fingers together before resting their hands in the small space between them. “Truth.”

Emma’s eyes close as she thinks, her lips pursing, and he’s got absolutely no clue what’s about to come out of her mouth. “What is your least favorite thing about me?”

“Damn, Swan, that’s dirty.”

“Usually you like that.”

“Different kind of dirty. Um – ” Killian clicks his tongue as his mind runs through a short list of things that annoy him about Emma as he tries to think of something that won’t get Emma truly pissed at him. “I don’t like how difficult it is to get you to answer the phone.”

“That’s a copout.”

“So was your last answer.”

“Fine. I’ll accept it. Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

Emma rolls her eyes right after he says the words, but she still presses forward to briefly brush her lips over his, a soft, slow kiss that has his body aching for more. But Emma pulls back before he can deepen the kiss, and he’s left with the feel of her lips on his.

“That was also a copout,” she murmurs as her hands reach down to pull the covers all the way up over her shoulders, her breasts disappearing from sight. “Truth.”

“Tell me your absolute favorite movie.”

“The Princess Bride. Feel free to quote it with me any time, and I will quote it right back.”

“As you wish.”

Emma’s eyes widen and her lips part at his words, and earlier he should have said that his least favorite thing about Emma is how hard it is for him to read her even when she’s an open book to him. But an open book half printed in code where he partially knows what’s going on but can’t quite decipher the rest.

“Your turn,” Emma whispers, snuggling further into the pillow. If he doesn’t watch out, she’s going to take his pillow home with her like she did his Vandy sweatshirt.

“Truth.”

“If you could talk to your dad again, would you?”

It’s a question out of nowhere, one he wasn’t expecting, and as much as it makes his blood boil to even think of his dad, he doesn’t mind being open like this with Emma, not when she squeezes his hand to reassure him and looks at him with green eyes that might as well hold the stars for all the light overshadowing the darkness that he sees in them.

“No,” he answers immediately before biting his tongue. “Maybe, but only to tell him how much he’s screwed up my life. I don’t – I believe in forgiveness and learning from your mistakes. I would be nothing without all of that, but I – a dad should love his kids and be there for them no matter what, not on the condition of how well one of them is playing baseball. I know that if I ever have kids, I want them to feel everything that I didn’t at home. I want to be more like my mom in all of the love that she showed, you know?”

Emma doesn’t say anything then, but she does release his hand to reach forward and grab the chain around his neck, letting his mom’s ring fall into her palm. “You’re a good man, you know that, twenty-nine?”

“Eh.”

“You are. I promise.”

Emma moves across the bed so that she can wrap her arm around his waist, simply sitting still with him in the quietness of the room as sirens and car horns blare outside, the life outside the city continuously moving as they stay still, reveling in the silence of the cocoon of his bedroom and not letting the outside world get to them. This has been one of his favorite days this year, which is saying a lot when he’s had so many that have already meant the world to him. He doesn’t know how it could get better.

Lips brush across the muscles on his stomach, soft and gentle and everything that Emma can be. “Killian?”

“Yeah, love?” he mumbles, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down the smooth expanse of her back.

“Dare me to do something bold.”

He chuckles, not entirely sure where this is coming from, but he does what she says anyways. “Emma, love, do something bold.”

Her intake of breath is something that he feels against his chest before she says, “I love you.”

#catch me if you can #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan

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livehorses · 5 years ago

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Can you do the character list thingy for either Lucy or Edmund?❤️

Yes my friend, I choose to do both. 😊 (Also sorry for the delay, here they took away the light while I was answering this and I lost everything I wrote.😒)

Favorite thing about them:

Lucy: She’s very sweet, understanding and caring. She treats everyone with respect, kindness and love. She will always stand for her family, her friends and subjects and even if she can being afraid sometimes, the fondness she has for others and her trust to the mighty Lion is what makes her a valiant queen.

Edmund: He can be a bit stubborn sometimes, but what I like the most about him is how he became a wise and humble person, how he’s able to recognice his mistakes and how he tries to mend and learn about them. He’s loyal to the death (after his redemption arc of course) he’s witty, wise and strategical. He’s other that can stand at the side of the ones he cares about with a fierce will. Never try to touch one of them because he’s capable of everything for them.

least favorite thing about them:

With Lucy? Maybe sometimes when she’s scared, but is not the great deal. Of course I disagree with her for being afraid of bugs, I understand people can’t like them as I do.

About Edmund, a little before he changed, because he was selfish rude with his siblings and he betrayed them for turkish delights, but because I saw first the movie and I read later the book, I couldn’t but simphatize a little with him, thinking that after all no one will know when they can do something bad (That doesn’t justify his actions)

Favorite line:

Lucy: “I think I can be brave enough.”

Edmund: “But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.”

brOTP:

Of course between them are the perfect brOTP. I really love how they get along and share adventures even after ttheir older brothers couldn’t be with them in Narnia. But who I consider a good company for them is Caspian, who treat them as true little siblings. With Lucy I like to explore their relationship in which Caspian will always make sure nothing happens to her.

In the case of Edmund I would consider Eustace, even if in a begining none of them could see each other’s faces nor painted on a wall. But then they learn to get along so well and even to work as a team. After all they are so much alike. I feel like both find a great company in the other.

OTP:

Is a bit odd, but I never shipped them with nobody.

nOTP:

Please never ship them both with Caspian.

Random headcanon:

After returning from Narnia and by spending a lot of time with talking animals, Lucy gets the natural talent of understanding common animal behavior, so she’s able to know what an animal says or needs.

Edmund becomes more shy but kinder. When someone needs help he always give a hand. Teachers and classmates don’t understand what happens to him, but he doesn’t care about others’ opinions.

Unpopular opinion

Hmmm... none?

Song I associate with them:

Lucy: Fight song by Rachel Platten

Edmund: Something Wild by Lindsey Stirling ft. Andrew McMahon

Favorite picture of them:

She’s always beautiful but I specially loved her in PC.

He’s so cute with that smile. :3

Thank you for the ask!! 😃

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mayanangel · 5 years ago

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Hey guys!

So here’s the thing. A while ago, I had sent an ask to @bohemian-rhapsody-slash about a Ben/Rami scenario that involved them coming out about their relationship. It was one of my favorite Ben/Rami headcanons ever, so I decided to just get up and write the damn thing.

Fast forward to now, and I’ve finally finished writing it. And just in time too, because I’m gonna be working on stuff for Maycury week and my Leezello fic.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think!

Luv ya!

(also on ao3)

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Ben woke up the moment his phone started screeching, hand shooting towards his nightstand to locate the bloody curse. He felt around blindly for a moment, before grasping the wailing the object and moving on autopilot to disable the sounds. Then just like that, the room was once again plunged into silence.

He chucked the phone back onto the nightstand, burrowing further into the warmth of his bed.

“No work today?”

Ben grunted at the sound of the voice, suddenly remembering that he had a bed-mate with him.

“No… maybe.. ’m call in sick or something…” he mumbled.

A soft chuckle sent shivers down Ben’s spine as Rami wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in closer. “Babe…come on..”

The younger man huffed childishly, turning around in his boyfriend’s hold. He squinted in the soft morning light to see that Rami was wide awake, clearly having woken up way before him. Ben managed a lazy furrow of his brows.

“Still jet-lagged?” he inquired. Rami shook his head.

“No, not anymore. Just like to watch you sleeping.” He pressed a kiss on Ben's forehead, running his hand up and down Ben’s naked back. “Did you know that you make little kitten sounds in your sleep?”

Ben scoffed, lightly shoving Rami onto his back and snuggling into his side. “I do not. Now shut up, I’m still sleeping.”

His boyfriend laughed heartily, vibrations echoing through his chest. Ben smiled despite his sleepy, moody, self. He liked this; being here with Rami. It had been so long since they had last seen each other face to face, and he could selfishly admit that he loathed the idea of parting from him so soon. Work be damned - this was where he wanted to spend his day.

As if reading his thoughts, Rami urged him a little bit closer, until he was properly draped over him, face resting just under the older man's chin. Ben breathed in his boyfriend’s scent, silently thanking (not for the first time) his past self for insisting on heavier drapes and darker curtains in his bedroom when he first moved into his flat. For one, they made sleeping through the night a whole lot easier after long and tiring days; and secondly, they made the mornings last longer.

Which was incredibly ideal when it was your main excuse for sleeping in with your boyfriend.

Rami nuzzled his hair, pressing kisses to the edge of his hairline. “I hate to be the one to say this, but I really don’t think you should be sleeping in if you have a call time, babe… I don’t want to see you get in trouble because of me.”

“Mmm.. don’t care. Wanna stay here. Missed you.”

Rami chuckled. “I know, Ben, I’ve missed you too.” Ben responded with a soft grunt of agreement. Rami smiled into his hair. “Missed you so much…”

“Then let's just stay..” Ben whined, lifting his head and resting his chin on Rami’s chest. Beautiful blue eyes pleaded with Rami’s in the dim light of the room, beautiful even in the dark.

“Let’s just stay in today, Ram. No casting calls, no auditions, no go-sees. No… weirdos looking at me like I’m some sort of tasting menu on display… Please, I just want to spend the day with my boyfriend - who flew in last night just to surprise me - it's not too much to ask, right?… Please?”

Rami smiled wryly, caressing his boyfriend’s face with gentle fingers. He pulled him into a kiss, thinking that - honestly - Ben did have a point. After all, they just didn’t get moments like these too often anymore. Ever since Bohemian Rhapsody had premiered, going out had become trickier than usual - what with anonymity going out the window - as more and more people watched the movie and subsequently became fans, both of their characters and themselves.

It was easier when they were still filming, Rami mused. Back then, he and Ben could spend weeks in Ben’s flat - just the two of them and Frankie - and no one would bat an eye. But these days, the most they could do was sneak into each other’s hotel rooms during press tours - then try to stand as far away from each other as possible when it was time to face the media; all so no one would suspect a thing.

It was exhausting, but worth it.

Because while Rami loved the amount of response the film was getting, and how people were praising his performance as Freddie Mercury - he was especially proud of how fans were starting to appreciate Ben as more than just a pretty face. Yes, he found himself thinking, my boyfriend is an amazing performer, thank you. He’s not just someone with great abs or a great ass (which he did have, by the way). He's talented, and amazing. Did he mention that he was amazing? Because he is. Ben Hardy is amazing, and everyone needs to get with the program.

Honestly if he had the chance, Rami would probably make shameless proclamations about the true talent Ben was, on every platform and in any interview; the only reason he hasn't was because a single wrong word could risk outing them to the world.

Not that either of them were ashamed of being together. No, not at all.

It was just… it was a conversation they needed to have. For sure. But maybe not when they were both naked in bed, his beautiful boyfriend still cuddled up to him and making it clear that he couldn’t care less about the outside world at the moment.

Right here, right now - in this bed - it was just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.

Rami smiled. “Okay, babe,” he whispered, the gentlest of breaths against his Ben’s lips. “Okay. We can stay in today.”

Ben utterly beamed, smiling so brightly you’d think that sunlight was finally flooding into the room. In reality, they were still shrouded by half-light, the sun’s rays muted for the most part by Ben’s dark curtains. It made Rami’s features look darker than usual - the perfect opposite to Ben’s golden sunshine. Ben would never admit it, but he absolutely loved that about being with Rami. His personal dark prince; Ben wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He pulled Rami into another deep kiss, lips moving languidly against each other, then laid his head back down on the other man’s chest, enjoying the pure domesticity of it all.

The moment was broken though, once again, by the shrill cry of Ben’s phone.

Ben groaned loudly. It was just a message, but anything other than his boyfriend’s soothing voice while in the confines of his room was an abomination in his book.

He reluctantly moved from Rami’s hold, turning around to check his phone. It was from Joe, because of course it would be. He had sent a picture of he and Gwilym in their groupchat, showing the two of them out and about on the streets of New York. Bloody nerds.

Rami slid his arms around Ben’s waist, spooning and holding him close while pressing kisses onto his strong shoulders. “Hmmm… from Joe?”

Ben smiled, leaning back into Rami’s warmth. “Mhmm. I can’t believe he still thinks no one knows he fancies Gwil.”

“That’s Joe for you,” Rami chuckled, nuzzling the nape of Ben’s neck. Ben shivered from the sensation. “Did he ever tell you about that time he made an ass of himself in front of a hostess in Japan when he accidentally called Gwil his ‘beloved’?”

Ben grinned. “He didn’t!”

“Oh, he did. Then he tried to save face by saying how he meant Gwil was his 'best bro', or something. It was hilarious. A mess, but hilarious.”

Ben giggled.

Another notification came through, this time from Instagram. Ben swiped the app icon, opening it up to show the same picture, but now on Joe’s insta account.

[Not a reunion without the whole gang, but I guess I’ll live.]

Immediately the comments started pouring in. Ben scrolled through them, feeling that familiar sense of lowkey bitterness grow in his gut.

’@benhardy is going to be so upset when he sees this!’

'nooooo but what about @benhardy joe?!’

'gwilym out here cheating on his bf like that. @benhardy deserves better’

'leezzello tonight, but we all know hardzello is endgame @benhardy’

'it’s bad enough that rami’s with lucy, now gwilym’s all over joe?? ummm, @benhardy do you need company? cause you know… ;)’

'i guess it’s true then. if someone like @benhardy can’t make them stay, what hope is there? lol’

'y'all never show love for rami, shame on you. guess i’m gonna have to take one for the team… <3’

Ben slammed his phone down on the bed and smooshed his face into his pillow.

Great, his mood was utterly ruined. God, this was the absolute last thing he needed this morning. Here he was, trying to enjoy a simple morning with his boyfriend, and he had to go and be reminded that everyone still thought he was dating and/or cheating on either Joe or Gwil.

He huffed in frustration. It wasn’t exactly fun to be reminded that everyone basically thought he was a slag.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Ben?” Rami worriedly reached over Ben’s shoulder to check on his boyfriend, smoothing his hair away from his face. “Babe? Did something happen?” He tried to turn Ben back around, but the younger man refused to budge.

The thing was, Ben knew he was being petulant. He did, he wasn’t an idiot. He was 100% aware that he was equally to blame for the whole entire narrative that was he and Joe and Gwilym - supposedly being in some sort of love triangle.

It was all him.

And Joe.

And Gwil.

Although they never really meant anything by it; after all, Ben had never seen anything wrong with showing affection to your co-stars. He had done it before, with other cast-mates, and came away just fine.

So when the opportunities arose, he happily went along with all of Joe’s jokes, or Gwilym’s odd humor, and played up that notion about them being super close during filming, and even during breaks. They took pictures and videos, and shared them on social media. Joking about being in love and all that. It was all harmless humor.

But then, people - their fans - became truly invested, and well, here he was.

Because what people didn’t know, was that all the time he spent with Gwil and Joe, was to make up for - or even to hide - the fact that he couldn’t exactly show how much time he was spending with Rami.

All those pictures and videos of himself, running around with Gwilym or Joe; what really mattered was that at the end of the day, he would be able to snuggling up to Rami in bed while laughing about Gwil getting his wig stuck in things for the hundredth time, or just Joe and his mushroom perm.

It was great.

God, he still remembered how flustered he was when he first met Rami, having been a fan of his since he was a bloody teenager. The older man was so gracious with him, and so sweet, that it had honestly been hard to not fall head over heels for him. They were so different as people, from such wildly differing backgrounds; and yet they could talk for hours, about anything and everything under the sun. Rami never acted like he wasn’t interested in his what he had to say; always ready to humor his thoughts and offer his two cents. It was such an exhilarating experience for Ben - to be seen as an equal, and not as just another bloke with a pretty face.

So much so, that when they received the final script for Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben had been dismayed by how little Freddie and Roger interacted. They were bloody best friends, you bastards! And even after Graham explained everything to him, he still couldn’t help but feel a little bitter.

Here was a wealth of opportunities for him, as Roger, to spend even more time with Rami - and the film wasn’t allowing it.

Bollocks.

Rami - much like right now - had asked him about it later on; and somehow, someway, that conversation had turned into a confession, and long story short, he had been with Rami ever since.

Of course they didn’t tell anyone, mostly out of respect for professionalism, but as time went on, hiding their relationship became harder, and harder.

Just them sneaking around, pretending they didn’t want to spend every waking hour together; it had all seemed ideal when they started out. He even told Rami that he was okay with being secretive, if it meant he could be with him. But now... now he wondered it they would ever be more than just that - a secret.

A faint click sounded behind him, and suddenly he could feel more than see, the light of his bedside lamp fill his room. Ben finally relented and lifted his face from it’s hiding place, turning around to face Rami, eyes stormy and downcast.

Rami frowned, reaching up to trace the lines of Ben's tear-filled, bloodshot eyes. He sniffled, and concern immediately colored Rami’s features.

“Talk to me, Ben…”

Ben sighed, suddenly wishing he could run away from this conversation. It was as if the whole issue in his head suddenly seemed so... childish.

After all... it was just some harmless fun amongst the fans, right? It's not like anyone really means anything by it. It was just people being people on social media. It wasn’t a big deal.

Really.

“It’s nothing, Ram. ’s not a big deal.”

“Babe, if it’s upsetting you then it is a big deal. Come on, talk to me… I hate seeing you like this.”

Ben took Rami’s hand, loving how his boyfriend squeezed his fingers to reassure him. “I... it’s stupid, love.”

Rami sighed, giving Ben one of his looks. It was the look that said 'I need to fix this- help me fix this' . As if any of it was his fault.

Ben took a deep breath. “It’s just… the fans, again, I suppose. The whole… thing with Joe and Gwil... and me.”

Rami nodded. Of course he knew what Ben was talking about. He, like everyone else, were privy towards their antics during filming. He thought it was hilarious.

Then again, maybe he had misread something.

Ben continued, “It’s just that… everyone thinks I’m dating one of them, right? One or the other. And I know we’re the ones who started it - and I know that it’s just joking around - I know that. But then, sometimes they - the fans - they just… say things, like... like I’m some kind of two-timing whore who’s playing around with their feelings… and I just..”

Ben’s voice trailed off as he felt a weight lift off his chest. He was a little taken aback by how much this had actually been bothering him.

Oh.

He gripped Rami’s hand harder, holding on for dear life. He could see his boyfriend studying him, patiently waiting for him to finish saying his piece. He guessed it was now or never.

“I just… I hate that everyone thinks I’m some tart sleeping around with my friends, when the truth is…” He looked away from Rami’s eyes, color rising on his cheeks. “..when the truth is I’m perfectly happy with you. I… hate that I can’t just… tell everyone that they're wrong. That 'no, I am *not* dating Joe Mazzello or Gwilym Lee. I’m not… I’m..-”

Gentle fingers on his face brought his attention back to his boyfriend. Rami was gazing at him with teary eyes, a soft smile on his lips. His fingers gently traced the outline of his bottom lip, before cupping his cheek in his warm palm, and just holding him. As if Ben was the most precious thing Rami had ever been privileged to touch.

“Ben… are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Ben swallowed, suddenly unsure. On one hand, he knew what he wanted. On the other hand… he really didn’t want to ruin this.

“I… I want to be able to tell them that I already have a boyfriend, thank you very much. And that he’s beautiful, and wonderful.” He covered Rami’s hand with his own, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don't get me wrong, Ram, I don’t mind the joking… but I’m taken, and I want to be able to say that…”

Rami let out a breath of relief.

“Babe… I never thought… I just assumed…- I want that too, Ben. If you’re ready for it - and I mean really ready - then I’m ready to go there with you.”

Ben surged forward, pulling Rami into a deep kiss, heart beating out of his chest. Rami kissed him back with equal fervor, something inside of him unfurling and breaking free from it’s restraints. He let Ben take control, falling onto his back as the younger man straddled him, never breaking their kiss.

Rami pulled away from Ben with labored breath.“Get your phone,” he groaned, hands steadying the sway of Ben's hips. Ben quickly reached for the device he had discarded a few minutes ago, already having an inkling as of how they were going to do this.

Giggling, he unlocked the screen and pulled up the camera app, aiming it right at his boyfriend’s smiling face; his other hand moved to entwine with Rami’s on Rami’s chest.

He snapped the picture.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, because his boyfriend was gorgeous, alright.

He showed the pictures to Rami, who laughed at the shitty lighting. Ben couldn't care less, because the point was that it showed more than enough, and the anticipation of finally sharing their relationship with the world was making him giddy.

“Wait, let me take one too!” Rami took the phone from Ben’s hand, switching the camera to selfie mode. He then tugged Ben off of him so he could lie down beside him. Ben chuckled as he arranged himself into a totally-candid-and-not-staged-position beside his boyfriend, arm wrapped around the older man’s torso, face resting nicely on his shoulder.

Looking into the camera together, Rami snapped the shot.

One, with he and Ben perfectly in frame together.

Twice, with Ben kissing his cheek.

And three times, with Ben's laughing face buried in the crook of Rami’s neck, his elated smile just barely visible in the blur of motion.

Rami smiled a smile of his own, holding his boyfriend close.

They were really going to do this, huh?

Ben grinned excitedly at him, like a child before Christmas, when he took his phone back, swiping through the photos. Rami felt his heart, honest to god, flutter.

Yep. Guess they were.

A few lifelong minutes later - a.k.a after Ben had painstakingly picked two of his favorite pictures out of the bunch - Rami hovered over Ben's shoulder as his boyfriend uploaded the photos onto his instagram. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Ben write out his caption, then tag him; and then just like that, the reality of their lives never being the same again from that day forward, truly dawned on him.

The moment of truth; Ben hit 'Share'.

The minute the post finished uploading, Ben shut his phone off and put it back on the nightstand. Confused, Rami opened his mouth to ask, but Ben just moved to straddle his boyfriend once again.

"What?" the blonde said coyly, feigning innocence. "Did we not agree to spend the day in? I don't know about you, Ram, but in my book, spending the day in includes not caring about what the world has to say about my relationship."

Rami laughed out loud, hands back on his boyfriend's hips; of course, again, his Ben had a point.

Around them, Rami noted how the room suddenly seemed brighter - the air so much more lighter. Part of him knew it was because they were still in bed way past sunrise; but another part of him was certain that it was because of the difference in Ben.

Ben, who seemed happier. Ben, who seemed more at ease.

Rami smirked. "Well, then. Who am I to argue with that? Any ideas, babe?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, bottom lip between his teeth.

"Oh, don't worry, babe... I can definitely think of a few."

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@benhardy has posted a photoset.

[Picture 1: ] [Black and white.] [A man, pictured from chin to lower chest, lying down on a bed, shirtless.] [His left hand is holding on to the photographer's hand, clutched together on the man's chest.] [Over his heart.]

[Picture 2:] [Black and white.] [Close-up of that man, laughing while looking into the camera, blurry with motion.] [Another man laying next to him, face turned into the smiling man's neck, toothy smile barely discernible through the blur.] [They're clearly in love.]

[Caption: "He's mine. Sod off."]

[tagged: @ramimalek]

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'Oh my god'

'OHMIGODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!'

'OMG OMG OMG!!!! RIP ME WTFFFFFFF'

'Ben and RAMI?! How did we not see it???? Ohmigod MY HEARTTTTTT'

'WAIT WHAAAAAAAT'

'BEN HARDY RAMI MALEK BEN FUCKING HARDY RAMI EFFIN' MALEK WHAT IS AHEPPENING I CAN'T OMGGGGG'

'GAHHHHHHHH!!!! MY FAVES!! My faves are dating JESUS CHRIST GOD IS REALLL'

'We stan. We FUCKING STAN. KING AND KING, YAAAS BITCH!!'

'gUYS I'M gonNNA CRYYYY! They look so good together <3'

'hardzello stans and hardlee stans don't comment. THIS IS A HARLEK APRRECIATION ZONE. (yes, bitch i went there)'

'omg HARLEK, YAAAAAAAAAS!!!'

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@joe_mazello liked your photo.

@joe_mazzello: I fucking knew it. I FUCKING KNEW IT. @mrgwilymlee YOU OWE ME.

@mrgwilymlee liked your photo.

@mrgwilymlee: @joe_mazzello I'M AS SURPRISED AS YOU, THANK YOU. Wow. You bastards. Congratulations, I'm happy for you. But STILL.

@joe_mazello: you're just jealous he got to Ben before you did. Admit it, sir.

@mrgwilymlee: You wish, Joseph. If anything, I'm jealous that he got to Rami first. That's one pretty man...

@joe_mazzello: you know, now that you mention it...

@benhardy: Yeah. That caption. It's for the two of you. @joe_mazzello @mrgwilymlee Hands off.

@ramimalek liked your comment.

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#ben/rami #rami/ben #harlek #wow this ended up being the longest oneshot i've ever written #anyway i hope you guys like it #this is my gift to you #i love you all

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dazaran · 7 years ago

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Days worth celebrating

relationship: Edogawa Ranpo & Izumi Kyouka rating: G genre: fluff / family fluff AO3 link: here!

summary: Kyouka hears Lucy talking about Mother's day and is reminded of her own, while Ranpo finds her drifting amidst her thoughts.

“Today’s the day, the sweet curry day, the sweet curry day for meee,” Ranpo’s obnoxious, made up song echoes down the empty staircase as he makes his way down by himself. Everyone else in the agency is busy or off doing a case, and while Ranpo isn’t the type to enjoy doing anything alone, he at least can humor himself with the company of those on the first floor cafe. They’re always more than eager to talk to him about his day, his work, or whatever is happening in the city at the moment. The gossip of older people is something he finds very entertaining, really - old people have a knack for hearing anything and everything from one another.

His singing continues as he hops out onto the sidewalk, but he soon freezes outside the window when he notices a familiar small head of black hair sitting alone at a booth. That was... Kyouka-chan, wasn’t it?

Ranpo glances around the inside of the cafe through the window. Atsushi isn’t around for once, which is surprising in itself. His eyes narrow with a hum, and he moves to enter the cafe with a cheerful wave of his hand. “Miss waitress, two slices of strawberry cake for me and Kyouka-chan, and one coffee for me!”

Sweet curry doesn’t fit the mood for addressing Kyouka alone, he thinks.

The waitress - a middle aged woman, curvy, but not overweight - laughs gently at his exuberant greeting. “Energetic as always, hm, Ranpo-san? Your coffee is 6 sugars and three creams as usual, right?”

“You got it! Thank you!”

Though, really, it’s just an excuse to get her across the room so she doesn’t hear anything Ranpo says as he takes a seat in the booth directly across from Kyouka. There’s a cold cup of tea in front of her given the lack of steam, and her eyes are looking down into the reflection the drink creates.

“No Atsushi-kun today, Kyouka-chan?” Ranpo asks, folding his hands on the table with a smile.

Kyouka shakes her head. “He said he had to go find Dazai-san.”

The detective rolls his eyes. Well, that’s clearly a lost cause. Dazai could be anywhere because of his eccentric way of thinking, and Atsushi wasn’t the best at narrowing down ideal spots for him to be hiding. No wonder she’s by herself.

That doesn’t explain why she has such a distant look on her face, though.

“Something bothering you?” His words are both a question and a statement. No one can hide anything from him, especially not Kyouka. A former assassin she may be, she was still a child - a blunt and honest one at that. (She reminds Ranpo of himself quite a bit.)

Kyouka starts to shake her head, but seems to realize lying is a lost cause before she even starts. She looks up through her bangs to meet Ranpo’s gaze - his green eyes look back at her calmly, reassuring even. She lifts a hand to grip at the cellphone hanging around her neck, then glances towards the counter where Lucy is walking out of the storeroom with a box of supplies.

“... Earlier, she was on the phone with someone.” Kyouka starts softly, and Ranpo turns to glance at Lucy himself. “It was about Mother's Day.”

It only takes a second for Ranpo to put the pieces together, and he gives a small ‘ah’. “So you’re thinking about your mother.”

Kyouka nods slightly in affirmation.

The head waitress walks over with a tray in hand and a smile on her face. Ranpo looks up with a sudden, beaming smile, giving a happy ‘thank you~’ as she sets down the slices of cake and his coffee. There’s some sort of relief to be felt when Kyouka’s eyes light up a bit at the cake presented before her, and Ranpo smiles over the rim of his coffee.

“Thank you, Ranpo-san...” Kyouka mumbles quietly, lifting her fork to dig into the soft cake. She seems more intent on stabbing at it than eating it at the moment.

Ranpo studies her face for a moment, then sets down his coffee. “Are you feeling down because you can’t see her for Mother’s Day?”

“... A little.”

“Hmmm, I see. That’s understandable.” Ranpo jabs his fork into the strawberry sitting atop his slice, taking it into his mouth and chewing it energetically. When he swallows, he sets his fork down. “Well, luckily for you, today isn't Mother's Day. It's not till this Sunday."

Kyouka tilts her head. “... Luckily?”

Ranpo hums, remaining cryptic. He’s not always the easiest to understand, and everyone in the agency admits to this. The only ones who can say that they truly understand him completely... Kyouka would assume those people were Fukuzawa, Yosano, and Dazai. Fukuzawa was like a father to Ranpo, Yosano was his best friend, and Dazai - he and Ranpo were always spending their free time together, being the two geniuses of the agency they were. Atsushi had made a curious comment that maybe they were dating, but the two men were too affectionate with everyone to say for sure.

“Mind if I share a little secret with you?”

“With me?” Kyouka’s brows raise. She’s surprised, and with good reason. Though Ranpo is all smiles and full of energy, she felt that it was something similar to Dazai - a mask hiding something more serious, something he had shown only briefly in the past. She figured there was a reason, but knew it wasn’t her place to ask.

“Kyouka-chan is like a sister to me. Honestly, you remind me of myself,” Ranpo answers, smiling wryly. “Like you, my parents died when I was 14.”

This was Kyouka’s first time hearing anything about it, anything about Ranpo’s past. Curious as it was, no one seemed to know a thing - not even Dazai. As she recalls from Tanizaki, the brunet even asked to look into the founding of the agency at one point.

The former assassin takes a small bite of her cake, staring at Ranpo with curiosity and concern. “I didn’t know...”

“I know. Not many do. I’m more secretive than I look.” Ranpo admits, lifting his coffee to take another slow sip. “Anyway... My mother and father, they died in an accident when I was 14. I had no other relatives or family, they were all I had - so when they died... I was all alone in this world.” There’s a solemness in his gaze, and his tone is lower than his more high-pitched cheer. “I went to the police academy here in Yokohama because that’s where I was told to go if anything happened but, well, they kicked me out after half a year. I lived on the streets after being fired from one job after the next.”

“And... The director found you after that?”

“Right. Well, not that I took to him right away.” Cue a laugh as the detective rubs at his head. “Hard to believe, right~?”

“It is.” Kyouka agrees, then nods earnestly. To think that once upon a time Ranpo, who fawned over and would do anything for the director’s attention, would have disliked him once upon a time... It’s hard to imagine. The love, attachment, and sheer respect he held for the man was too great to ignore.

“Well, in any case... My mother was a great person. Stubborn and headstrong, capable of putting father in his place no matter what he tried. She could flip you on your ass if you tried to pick a fight with her too.” The man leans back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling. “If she were still alive... I’m sure she and Yosano would have been good friends. The last Mother’s Day present I ever got her - it was a bouquet of flowers I bought with my own saved up allowance, all in a pretty vase and card attached. She looked so happy, y’know...”

Kyouka doesn’t know how to respond. She’s never been the best at comforting, nor has she really received it during her time spent in the Mafia. She reaches out to hold his hand, but he seems to pull himself out of his thoughts and sits up right. He notices her hand, closing the distance to take it in his with a smile.

“That’s why I’m happy things are different in the agency now when you were brought in! Me, I only had Fukuzawa-san growing up... Mother’s Day is kind of an odd one out for me now. But, it doesn’t have to be the same for you. The agency is big, we’re our own family now... Is there someone you view as the motherly type towards you? She might not be your mother but - I’m sure yours would want you not to have such a sad expression when you think about her.”

Blue eyes blink incredulously, staring into those green eyes that study her so earnestly. Kyouka lowers her head to study how his hand holds hers, and she moves to squeeze it tightly.

Someone she views as the motherly type...?

Kunikida immediately comes to mind, but she doesn’t feel it’s the same thing as the mothering a mother would give. She loves and respects him, but decides to count him out of this one.

Naomi... She’s more like a big sister. Lucy, too, even if they butt heads.

That leaves two, and as she sifts through her memories and instances she’s had between them, the answer is clear. If she could... She’d like to thank that person. Lifting her head, Kyouka nods to Ranpo. “I think so... Can you help me get something for her?”

Ranpo smiles eagerly. “It’d be my pleasure!”

The next Sunday rolls around, and while it’s a day off, Haruno always volunteers to come in anyway to get ahead on paperwork for herself and her peers. Haruno is sorting papers by what needs to be read and signed by the director, what are requests for the agency, what are thank you letters, and so and so forth. She’s humming a tune as she goes, and is halfway finished with the stack of letters in her grasp when she feels a small tug on her sleeve that makes her stop.

“Hm?” Haruno pauses, twisting her body to locate the perpetrator. Kyouka is standing behind her and looking up at her with wide blue eyes, as if waiting to be acknowledged. The older woman does so with a smile, setting down her letters and turning to the girl. “Kyouka-chan, good morning! Is there something you need from me?”

Kyouka shakes her head, revealing the hand she’s hiding behind her back that’s holding a small, pastel pink gift bag. “There’s something I wanted to give you.”

Brown eyes blink in surprise, mouth opening slightly in surprise as she graciously accepts the gift bag by the handle and stares at it. “Give me? Where is this coming from?”

“Today is Mother’s Day...” Kyouka explains timidly, cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment. “Ranpo-san... said that, if I couldn’t celebrate with my mother... then I should honor her by thanking the person who’s been most mother-like to me. So I thought I’d give you something.”

Haruno pulls out a small lacquer jewelry box from the bag. The design on top is elegant, with cherry blossom flowers hanging from a branch and petals flying into the wind. Kyouka’s words, along with the emotions behind the gift bring the woman to the brink of happy tears, and she hugs Kyouka close to her chest. “That you would want to honor your mother with little me of all people... I can’t describe how happy that makes me feel. Your mother is surely just as proud of you as I am.” she says, kissing the top of the young girl’s head with a teary laugh. “I never thought of myself as the motherly type, but for you, I wouldn’t mind that.”

Kyouka returns the hug timidly, but squeezes with a firmness that expresses her true feelings. “Thank you, Haruno-san...”

“I’m a bit surprised, though - I’d imagine you’d view Yosano-san that way first.”

The former assassin shakes her head. “Yosano-sensei is like a big sister... or aunt. Ranpo-san says she’s like a sister, and he’s a big brother to me.”

Haruno giggles, tucking some hair behind Kyouka’s ear. “I see. That makes sense. Thank you, Kyouka-chan... I’ll cherish this forever.”

Kyouka nods, stepping back to keep her gaze with Haruno’s for a few moments longer before she runs off across the room where Ranpo is watching from the doorway with a smile. He’s almost knocked off balance when Kyouka runs up and headbutts into his chest, hugging him tightly. It brings out a small cough, but it sounds more like a laugh as he pets her head gently.

“See? I told you she’d be happy about it. Are you happy, Kyouka-chan?”

The girl nods. “I’m happy... Thank you, Ranpo-san.”

“Well, anything for my cute sister, you know~”

She hums quietly in response, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt. There is a few moment of silence, and soon she lets her chin rest against his chest to study his face. “Is there such thing as a sibling day?”

Ranpo blinks. “Huh? Uh... Yeah, but it was in April I think, so it’s already passed... Some other countries celebrate it on the last day of May, too.”

Kyouka steps back, clenching her fists together with a determined expression. “Then I have to plan for next year.” she says, then dashes past him and down the stairs.

“Eh?” Ranpo whirls to watch her run off. “Eh?! Kyouka-chan...!!”

His confusion quickly melts into a smile as he rests his hand on a hip. How can he possibly complain when she looks so excited? He can’t and won’t stop her from wanting to indulge in holidays to celebrate the new family she’s gained, the new life she’s decided to lead.

Ranpo understands that all too well, and wants to protect her as well as this family they both cherish.

#edogawa ranpo #izumi kyouka #haruno kirako #bungou stray dogs

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scorpioetry · 7 years ago

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My incredible brilliant and peerless daughter @blesbianism tagged me to do this and I’m going to make her proud!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

last

1. Drink - literally the weakest iced tea I’ve ever had

2. Phone call - my mom. something about the wee doggies

3. text message - “I KNOWWW!!!! IM LIVING MY BEST LIFE”

4. song you listened to - sound and color by alabama shakes

5. time you cried - can’t remember ): probably a movie

ever

6. dated someone twice? - no

7. kissed someone and regretted it - yes

8. been cheated on - no

9. lost someone special - yeah.

10. been depressed - indeed. I am now!

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - no

fave colors

12. Peach

13. Blue

14. Millennial Pink

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - god yes!!!

16. fallen out of love - I’m confident that yes but it’s a lil bit of a work in progress

17. laughed until you cried - yes. Tonight. Lucy told me an airport story that had me on the floor.

18. found out someone was talking about you - i think so? IDK!!!!!

19. met someone who changed you - hope so!

20. found out who your friends are - hmmm. no.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no!

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - most of them but I have a few random like Martin kwerly from Ned’s declassified

23. do you have any pets - two doggies!

24. do you want to change your name - yes I know it sounds stupid but I wish my name was honeymoon and I wish I had a different last name

25. what did you do for your last birthday - nothing

26. what time did you wake up today - 7am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - sleeping girl!!!!

28. what is something you cant wait for - Michelle tagged this as black panther which is true but number one is becoming a better Me this year

30. what are you listening to right now - sound and color again

31. have you ever talk to a person named tom - yes??? Lmao

32. something thats getting on your nerves - Dominic never texts me!!!!! What the fuck!.

33. most visited website - tumblr

34. hair color - brown

35. long or short hair - i love long hair but mine is short

36. do you have a crush on someone - ask me who I DONT have a crush on!

37. what do you like about yourself - I’m kind and I can make people laugh and I can be judgmental but I think I keep it to the right things

38. want any piercings? - lots but I know I couldn’t do the proper care

39. blood type - idk but I gave blood last year and the flobotomist poked me and went “oh you drink a lot of water?” And I’ve never come down from that high

40. nicknames - i have none but I love being called pet names like Baby honey sugar sweetie etc

41. relationship status - whole

42. zodiac - message me to get into it

43. pronouns - she/her, or they/them, rarely he/his

44. fave tv shows - the good place, AtLA/LoK

45. tattoos - i have one and want more

46. right or left handed - right

47. ever had surgery - wisdom teeth

48. piercings - ears. And two cartilage ones I used shitty jewelry for so now I have two extra accidental little tattoos I forgot about!

49. sport - watch your mouth!

50. vacation - chicago pls

51. trainers - ???????? I’m a Boots Gal

more general

52. eating - frequently

53. drinking - stay hydrated my babie children’s

54. im about to watch - the back of my eyelids

55. waiting for - black. panther!!!! (Left unchanged from Michelle)

56. want - to be honest and healthy

57. get married - not in my cards :/

58. career - i like mine for now. Ideally, I’d be a singer/comedian

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs

60. lips or eyes - lips

61. shorter or taller - SHORTER.

62. older or younger - older

63. nice arms or stomach - all tummies are nice you fool. You rube.

64. hookup or relationship - idk broe!!!! Relationship I bet

65. troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant!!!!

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - yes mostly unfortunately, this is to be avoided

67. drank hard liquor - yes, unfortunately, this is to be avoided!

68. lost glasses - not ones I was using

69. turned someone down - nope

70. sex on first date - what is a date?

71. broken someones heart - I hope not.

72. had your heart broken - hmmmmm. Only by myself!

73. been arrested - no

74. cried when someone died - yes

75. fallen for a friend - convinced myself I had but actually no

do you believe in

76. yourself - yes!

77. miracles - yes!

78. love at first sight - yes

79. santa clause - whom?

80. kiss on a first date - live a little!

81. angels - hmmmmmm. No

other

82. best friend’s name - lucy

83. eye colour - dark blue

84. fave movie - nick and Norah’s infinite playlist, girl walks into a bar, while you were sleeping, when harry met sally

85. fave actor - Oscar and John..... my boys

tags: ok hex let’s try

@furcoatdreamgirl @part-time-pyro @tropicalfucko @librabutch @libramimosa @cleanie @manaphy @hartlem

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mysticorigamipaper-mcl · 7 years ago

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MCL: Kentin’s POV - Ep. 30

WARNING: SPOILERS

Disclaimer: The following events take place in My Candy Love’s episode 29. All characters, script and images belong to and were created by Chinomiko. I only wrote what Kentin may have been thinking as the episode progressed, giving us his point of view rather than Candy’s. This piece also has the answers to earn Kentin’s image at the end of episode 30.

Enjoy!

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Kentin remembered waking up feeling a bit bitter. His anger from his and Candy’s fight yesterday hadn’t fully died down and it left knots in his stomach as he got ready for school. All he could think about was what Candy said the other day, how she wanted them stay very distant with one another while the parents attended the expo. It was already hard enough to keep their relationship hidden, but....to avoid each other completely? It was as if she didn’t want him around at all. Was she embarrassed of their new relationship? Did she find him embarrassing? Even after he worked so hard to improve himself, to be a better person, was it not enough? He made himself upset with these thoughts as he headed out the door towards school. Even though it was a bright sunny day, it seemed like his vision of the world was dull and dreary.

He decided to take the long way and pass through the park for some fresh air to calm down, maybe he’d pass the shops to grab something from the dollar store to eat real quick. As he strolled down the street, he didn’t notice there was someone familiar nearby who recognized him.

“KEN!”

He didn’t hear them at first and kept walking.

“KEEEEENNN!”

Suddenly a hand grabbed him by the arm. He whipped around in surprise to discover Lucy....oh no. What was she doing here? He gently pulled his arm out of her grasp.

Lucy: “I thought that was you! I almost didn’t recognize you. I’m still not used to your new look.”

She gave him a big smile and her eyes almost looked like they were twinkling.

Lucy: “What’s with that face, Ken? Did you forget who I am already?”

Kentin: “N-No, Lucy, I’m just surprised to see you here, that’s all. And don’t call me Ken!”

Lucy: “Right, right, sorry.”

Kentin: “Well, I’d love to stay and chat but I need to get to school.”

Lucy: “Oh me too! I was heading to Sweet Amoris with Candy to help with the art expo thingy…but we got separated and now I don’t know where to go…hey wait! We could walk there together! I’m sure Candy is waiting at the school.”

As much as he didn’t want to, he gave in. Kentin shrugged and gestured for Lucy to follow him.

They walked together for a few minutes before finally arriving at the school. Once they did, there was someone standing outside on the curb, looking up and down the street and slightly frantic. It was Candy. Kentin felt a pang in his chest from seeing her. He let Lucy race on ahead and he slowly walked towards the entrance of the courtyard. Seeing Candy so suddenly reminded him of their conversation from yesterday and now he was feeling saddened and frustrated all at once. Why was it so difficult to shake these emotions?

Candy turned their direction, but only seemed to notice Lucy.

Candy: “Lucy! Gosh, how did we lose each other?”

Lucy: “I got a little distracted when I saw the store windows not far from your place. I’m sorry.”

As they continued to talk, Kentin tried to quietly slip past them to get into the school.

Lucy: “Well, I managed to find my way, see?...But I’ll admit I did ask for help.”

Lucy turned around and pointed at Kentin. Candy looked surprised to see him. He should have run. He was too slow and now he’s been spotted. Crap.

Lucy: “Ken led me to the school! It was too cute.”

He really wished she would stop calling him Ken...or just stop talking in general.

Kentin: “It’s Kentin, not Ken!”

Lucy: “Oh yeah, sorry. But it’s a habit, you understand, right? You’ve changed again since the last time I saw you...”

He became very uncomfortable...he didn’t like the look she was giving him. It was the same look she had when they bumped into each other earlier that morning. The same look she gives any boy she “falls in love with.”

Lucy: “You’re even cuter now, I’ve almost forgotten how you were before.”

Lucy was now blushing. Oh god, no. He needed to leave. Not only was he near Candy after their fight from the other day, but Lucy was openly flirting with him in front of her, and Candy looked too stunned to say anything. He felt slightly trapped. He began to inch his way away from them both.

Kentin: “Right...”

Lucy: “Come on, Let’s make up...Kentin.”

As fast as lightning, she grabbed his arm again and kissed him on the cheek. Kentin and Candy both froze and instinctively looked at each other. What the heck had come over Lucy? What was happening? His head was spinning.

Kentin: “Uh...hmmm. Yeah, well, don’t go overboard either, Lucy. I have to go.”

With that he speed walked into the school without a second glance back at either of them. Once he was alone he had to take a few deep breaths.

What a mess. He didn’t think his emotions would get to him so badly this early in the morning. He felt so conflicted. On the one hand he so desperately wanted to be near Candy, to just talk to her like they always did. He even found himself daydreaming of them not having fought at all and the two of them hanging out in the morning in secret, but that was not reality unfortunately. On the other hand he was still upset with her about how far she wanted to go with hiding their relationship...and it pained him a lot. They would have to work through this somehow. Maybe they could try to reconcile later after the day was over. Maybe she would calm down once the parents were gone. He could only hope at this point.

As he sat in the library trying to pass time, Kim’s mom, Audrey, suddenly burst through the doors, startling him. She proclaimed she had found him and whisked him away to the classroom that had served as his and Candy’s groups sewing workshop. She then tried talk him into wearing their project...in front of people at the expo. He was not having it.

Audrey: “It was made for you! No one else could model it, don’t you understand?”

Kentin: “That’s easy to say. You aren’t the one that will be embarrassed in front of everyone!”

Audrey: “Be proud of what you’ve done! It’s very...”

Kentin: “Unique, I know...I’ve heard that a million times. Unique doesn’t exclude ridiculous!”

After several more minutes of arguing and convincing on Audrey’s part, Kentin somehow caved and agreed to wear the jacket they made, mostly so he could leave the room.

Once he was dismissed, Kentin made his way to the courtyard for some fresh air. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings once outside until he heard a familiar voice not far off. He noticed Candy and Iris admiring some of the artwork that was already on display. But then, something else caught his eye. A third person he had never seen before. A guy with blonde hair pulled back into a messy up-do, standing a little too close to Candy for Kentin’s liking. An uneasy feeling built inside his chest. He decided to listen in from a slight distance.

Iris: “I’m so proud of us! It looks great, right?”

Candy: “Not bad, yeah…but it’s a bit intimidating!”

Dake: “It’s scary, yeah. Did you do this?”

Candy: “Oh, no. The painting workshop did. Iris, Castiel and Violette. You don’t like it?”

Dake: “Well…you know, I don’t know much about art.”

Candy: “Oh…”

Then why was here?

Iris: “I can’t wait for the parents to arrive!”

Candy: “It’s going to be eventful…”

Dake: “So, I’m going to meet your parents?”

The guy flashed a mischievous grin at her. Kentin noticed a panicked expression on Candy’s face after he mentioned this, and his uneasiness grew into a type of anger he was not familiar with. Jealously maybe? Obviously Candy was not comfortable with the idea of him meeting her parents, whoever he was. That gave him some peace of mind....but not a lot. Should he step in? But he promised to stay away...

Dake: “Don’t freak out! They are going to love me! You’ll see.”

Just then, the guy pulled Candy against him and tousled her hair. A switch flipped in Kentin. That feeling of anger had boiled up inside him rather quickly. Before he could stop himself he marched, or rather charged, towards them.

Kentin: “No way! Who do you think you are?””

All three of them froze and turned their attention to Kentin. The guy gave him an arrogant smile, but looked confused.

Dake: “Uh...hey?”

Kentin: “Don’t you feel like you’re being a bother, by chance?”

Who the heck was this guy anyway? And why was he trying so hard to act like he and Candy are close. Kentin could tell she was trying to keep her distance, but to no avail. Obviously the guy couldn’t take a hint.

Candy: “Good luck making him leave…I’ve been trying for an hour…”

Dake: “You must not have tried hard enough.”

He continued to have that cocky smile on his face, then the guy put his arm around Candy’s shoulders. She tensed.

Kentin: “He’s looking for trouble...he’s really looking for it!”

His patience was wearing thin and he was seething.

Iris: “K-Kentin, what has gotten into you?”

Dake: “Hey, chill…We can’t even have a little fun anymore…”

Candy didn’t appear to be having fun...not at all. And this jerk either didn’t care or just clueless. Thankfully, the guy let go of her and turned to Candy.

Dake: “Well, I’ll see you later Candy…when your friend has calmed down.”

Don’t count on it buddy...

Kentin: “I’ll advise you not to come back!” He barked after Dake as he left...finally.

Candy let out a sigh of relief and Iris remained speechless. Then Candy looked at him, a wavering sadness in her eyes. Kentin couldn’t bear looking at her yet. Especially after how he acted just now. Thankfully, no one else was around to witness this. He turned away and headed back into the school to try and calm down before his parents arrived for the expo. But now he was left with a million questions that made that task a bit difficult. Who was that...that pompous asshole? How does he know Candy? Did they meet while he was away at military school? How often do they see one another? Did they go out at some point while he wasn’t at Sweet Amoris?

While lost in his thoughts, he almost failed to notice Candy approaching him. Her face was flushed with concern as their eyes met.

Candy: “Kentin…”

He was not in the mood to be told off for how he acted. He broke his promise. He overreacted in front of Iris. He didn’t need her to remind him that they agreed they would stay away from each other today. His heart hurt....

Kentin: “Did you change your mind?”

She began to stammer, looking perplexed.

Candy: “I-I...”

Kentin: “Because the parents are going to be here soon, so you should probably stay away from me.”

He hated every word that came out of his mouth.

Candy: “Please, listen...I’m sorry for what I said yesterday...I went too far.”

Yes...yes she did. And he was glad she realized that. But he kept his mouth shut to let her continue. He would hear her out.

Kentin: “…”

Candy: “It…it really upsets me that you’re angry with me.”

The hardened look he had on his face fell. He no longer felt a seething bitterness in the pit of his stomach. But rather, a twinge of guilt mixed with a hope that she finally understands how she hurt him.

Kentin: “Listen, it’s just that...”

Just then, the loud speaker started crackling.

****Your attention, please! The school will soon open it’s doors to welcome your families and other visitors for the expo. We are counting on everyone to welcome them properly.****

He and Candy looked at one another, a little unsettled. But right now, there was no time. And that’s exactly what they would need to talk this through and get past this.

Kentin: “Well, we should talk later. I have to go see my parents.”

Candy: “O-Okay. See you later.”

Kentin left before her and found his parents almost instantly in the courtyard. He barely had time to greet them before everyone was herded into the gymnasium. A lot of people actually showed up for this expo.

As other parents began to mingle and eat snacks from the buffet that was set up for the visitors, Kentin’s dad was talking and pointing to different people in the crowd. But Kentin wasn’t really listening to what his dad was saying. Instead his head was swimming, the noise around him dulled as he zoned out while battling his internal thoughts...his feelings forming an internal cyclone. Then there was the sight of Candy being upset burning a bad visual into his memory. It bothered him deeply to see her like that. Then there was his inability to find time to talk to Candy about this whole mess. Needless to say, he quickly found himself in a foul mood as a result.

He snapped out of his stupor momentarily to listen to the principal who quieted everyone in the gym to speak.

Principal: “Thank you all for coming! The exp is now able to start. Certain pieces are displayed in the courtyard, and others in the basement. You can complete your visit in any order you like. At the end of the expo, Mr. Patrick Savin will announce the best piece. This project will be displayed at the school and will be the first piece to a hopefully beautiful collection.”

The crowd dispersed and Kentin led his family out to the courtyard as people stopped to take a look at the work displayed. He noticed it was the painting from Castiel’s workshop and the sculpture piece from Lysander’s workshop. A voice to his right cut through the murmur of the attending the crowd.

“Oh gosh! That’s horrible! I wouldn’t want that in my living room.”

It was Nathaniel’s mother. He noticed Candy near her father on the other side.

Amber: “For real. So ugly…”

Kentin did his best to ignore the bratty princess. Even though he wasn’t a fan of Castiel, he had to admit his group did a good job. Though how could they do a bad job if they had Violette with their group? She’s such a natural, he wouldn’t be surprised if she did most of the work. Kentin also thought his own group did a good job, he just wished he didn’t have to model the final product later on. Oh god, he almost forgot he had to do that soon. Kentin took a fleeting glance at Candy while his parents took a closer look at the art work…only to discover that she was gone. Her father remained behind, talking with Iris’ mother. Where did she run off to?

As family and friends wandered between the courtyard and the basement and stopped to catch up with others, Kentin was found by Audrey to get ready. He excused himself from his parents as he unenthusiastically followed Kim’s mom to the now empty classroom where he put on the dollar bill jacket his group made. He tried one last time to protest but to no avail.

Hesitantly, Kentin walked out into the courtyard sporting his sewing workshop’s project to portray the vice known as greed. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t like being the center of attention, and yet here he was with Patrick and the rest of the growing crowd, all watching him attentively. He did his best to remain stoic and not let it bother him.

Val: “Can you turn a bit? I can’t see the back.”

It was Castiel’s mom. Kentin let out an annoyed sigh and turned around for her.

Castiel: “Very becoming. A real little part-time model.”

Aaaaand now it bothered him. Kentin had no patience for this crap today. He snapped.

Kentin: “I dare you to say that again!!”

Guy: “Is there a problem, redhead?”

Kentin’s mom spoke up.

Manon: “Calm down, it’s no use getting…”

Val: “Cassy was just having a laugh. There’s no use to make a mountain out of a molehill.”

Guy: “Well tell your ‘Cassy’ to have a laugh somewhere else!”

Castiel’s dad stepped forward.

Jean-Louise: “Come now…we have to show a good example for our children.”

Principal: “What is going on here?”

As if his day couldn’t get any worse. First he had to avoid his new girlfriend who wanted to keep their relationship[ a secret, they’ve been on bad terms all day long and have barely found time to try and work this out...Kentin was so tired of this fight already. It was exhausting to stay mad at her. Then he was forced to model his workshop’s project in front of the whole school...and his own dad. He couldn’t even imagine what his dad thought of him dressing up like a doll to be gawked at. And then there was Castiel pushing his buttons and his parents getting into an argument on his behalf. He just...he just wanted this day to over.

Once he was finally told he was done modeling, he ran back into the school as quickly as he could and removed the jacket in a flash, storing it in a cabinet in the classroom. Afterwards, he met up with his parents and the rest of the crowd in the basement where photos from the photography workshop were hung on the wall. He was a little shocked to see all the photos were of Melody. Closeups of her with different expressions which ranged from her usual smile to something....almost dark. They were interesting but, also a bit unsettling.

Patrick: “Well, the projection is going to start! It’s time to show you the work from the video workshop. We are going to need some chairs so everyone can be comfortable. Boris must have brought them to the gym. If you don’t mind, I’m going to ask the students to help me bring them here.”

Guy: “We can help too! We aren’t that old!”

Patrick: “Anyone who would like to help is welcome, seeing the number of chairs.”

Kentin followed his dad. Most of the other students and some other parents also came with to the gym where they found a large stack of folding chairs. He was actually kind of interested to see the projection, since Armin was part of that workshop. And Armin had given Kentin some inside information about how the film was all about Amber...in her true form. Kentin didn’t want to miss this. Perhaps she would finally be exposed for what she is. He was about to take a stack of chairs himself and head back to the basement when he noticed Candy heading towards the locker room...with the blonde guy from earlier. Kentin had an uneasy feeling all of a sudden and decided to follow them. Everyone else was busy grabbing stuff to take back that no one noticed. He cracked the door a bit so he could hear them talk.

Candy: “What is going on?”

She sounded a little annoyed and apprehensive.

Dake: “Haha! Nothing, don’t worry.”

...Now Kentin was worried.

Dake: “Actually, I think something about you has changed. I’m not lying when I say that you’re even more attractive than before.”

Candy: “Dake…”

Though Kentin could not argue Candy was indeed attractive, hearing it come from another guy like this brought back these aggravating knots in his stomach.

Dake: “And you know that you’ve had quite the effect on me since we met at the beach…”

The beach? Is that where they met? How long ago, he wondered. This definitely happened while he was away at military school.

Candy: “Hmm, uh…yeah?”

She sounded uncomfortable.

Dake: “Well, I know that you aren’t always very receptive of my advances…”

Candy: “Dake I appreciate it, but…”

Dake: “But you’re scared because I’ve never kissed you.”

WHAT?!

Candy: “E-Excuse me?”

Dake: “If you let me…”

Kentin barged into the locker room in a flash, the door slamming shut behind him as he rounded the corner to find Dake entirely too close to Candy for his or her comfort. Kentin has had it. With this day, with this fight and now with this jerk that wouldn’t leave Candy be. He lost it.

Kentin: “This time you’ve gone too far!”

Dake: “Hey what’s your...”

Kentin: “Get away from her right now!”

Dake: “Hey, calm down. She doesn’t belong to you, that I know.”

He was right, Candy didn’t belong to him or anyone else for that matter. Including Dake. And Dake had no right to try and force a kiss on her without her permission. Kentin was ready punch him if he tried.

Dake: “Unless...”

Dake looked at Candy and his expression changed instantly when he saw her face. Her eyes kept darting to Kentin and then the floor.

Dake: “Oh…I get it. I didn’t know.”

Kentin: “I don’t care what you do or don’t know. Get out of here!”

Dake: “Alright, chill, chill. I got the message.”

Kentin kept his eyes locked on Dake as he took a few steps towards the door…then he turned around.

Dake: “Actually, Candy…if ever you change your mind…you know who to call.”

Candy: ��Oh gosh, Dake…”

Kentin glared daggers at Dake while muttering to himself, trying to convince himself not to hit him unless he tries something first.

Dake: “I’m going, I’m going!”

At last, Dake cleared out. Kentin took a deep breath and turned to face Candy, wondering if she was alright. She looked at him timidly.

Candy: “Kentin, I swear nothing happened between him and I, he just came to tell me…”

Kentin: “I know.”

He trusted Candy with everything he had. But he had a hard time trusting other guys around her. And she could be naive.

Candy: “Oh...S-So why are you...”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence. In that moment he took Candy in his arms and kissed her fiercely. After the day he’s had and not being able to be around her all day long, Kentin wanted nothing more than to be with Candy. Just hold her, talk to her, kiss her again and above all to put this stupid fight behind them for good so they could move on. He missed her even though they were never that far away from one another. But they had been emotionally distant all morning. Mostly he had been, and regretted being so nasty towards her instead of talking it through. He let his frustration and insecurities get the better of him to the point where he forced himself to avoid the one person he waited so long to be with. All of this washed away in that kiss, and the dark cloud that followed him all day had disappeared.

After their brief moment of bliss, Candy looked up him, visibly stunned by the surprise kiss but also relieved.

Candy: “You’re not mad?”

Kentin: “Not with you in any case.”

Candy: “Even for what I said yesterday?”

Kentin: “You know I can’t stay mad at you for long. And...”

He smiled at her warmly and gave her a loving look.

Kentin: “I understand you, in a way. I think...I do think you took things a little too far, but now...you seemed to have recognized that.”

Candy: “Yeah...we can hide our relationship without avoiding one another...”

He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Kentin: “I think so too.”

Candy let herself fall into his arms and Kentin found himself in a state of bliss for the first time since yesterday. He wanted to stay here with her a while longer. Heck, he even had an inkling to ditch the expo and take Candy to the park. They could walk around in the sun for a bit, hold hands and lay in the shaded grass while they talk, just like during their picnic. But Kentin knew better.

Kentin: “Do you want to get the chairs? I want to see the projection.”

Candy: “Oh yeah! The Projection! Let’s hurry.”

They left the locker room and gathered a few more chairs. There were still a few other people in the gym taking some back as well. As they walked down the hall, someone came around a corner rather quickly and almost collided with Candy.

Candy: “Oh gosh!”

It was a young girl with blonde pigtails and a black frilly dress. Without so much as a word or even an apology to Candy, she rushed off towards the staircase at the speed of light.

Kentin: “Someone is in a hurry, gosh...”

Candy said nothing.

Once they made their way to the basement, they set up the remaining chairs to face the wall where the projection would be played as students and parents began to try and find places to sit.

Candy: “I’m going to go join my dad…”

Again, he wished they could sit together but he would rather avoid her dad after their last run in.

Kentin: “Okay. I’m going to see my parents, they’re probably wondering where I am.”

She glanced behind Kentin to look in their direction. He followed her gaze and turned around. To his surprise, they were talking to Capucine’s parents. Or rather, they appeared to be arguing about something, judging by the looks on their faces. Maybe is had to do that dollar bill jacket. Capucine was in his and Candy’s group after all...He turned back to Candy.

Kentin: “See you after the projection.”

Candy: “Yeah!”

Candy gave a reassuring little wave before she walked over to her dad, and Kentin marched over to his folks.

Mr. Faraize: “Ahem, can I please have your attention? The projection is about to start in a few moments.”

He turned off the lights in the basement. Ms. Dalaney started the projection. Kentin couldn’t wait to see this. Amber was the star of the project, which he was 110% sure she demanded. And Armin told Kentin that he and Priya had filmed Amber in secret in between takes to capture the true essence of their chosen vice, Pride. Armin wasn’t kidding. As a result this film captured Amber with her less redeeming qualities. Tantrums, fits of anger and cries. It made Kentin both cringe and feel vindicated that her true colors were finally being brought to light and people would finally get to see her personality.

The film ended and there was a few seconds of hesitation. Someone started clapping slowly…then faster and faster. It was Amber. A few people followed in clapping, but the applause remained hesitant.

Adeline: “I am so proud of you. You perfectly represented pride. You really have a gift for acting. Especially since it’s much harder to embody and idea rather than a character!”

Amber: “I improvised everything from beginning to end.”

Kentin hung his head in defeat and let out a quiet, disgusted sigh. How did she keep getting away with it? Her mom was as delusional as she was! Ugh.

After some more chit chat and mingling once the lights came back on, everyone was being directed out of the basement. Announcements of the winners of the expo would be taking place in the courtyard in a short while. There was a short break before hand though. Kentin wanted to try and talk a little more with Candy prior to the announcement but he overheard Mr. Faraize recruit her to help find Patrick. So he passed the time by chatting with the twins until everyone began to file outside. Shortly after, Patrick arrived with Candy in tow.

Patrick: “Thank you all so much for coming! I would like to thank all of the students who made this day happen. You were all very creative, and some quite bold, as well. I’m very pleased. Choosing a winner was no easy task, but there was one piece that really stood out…”

Kentin was just happy the day was over. He was curious who won though.

Patrick: “The winning piece is a sewing project which represents the theme of greed. Congratulations to Rosalya, Kentin, Candy and Capucine.”

Wait.....wait, what?! They actually won? Because of that jacket?

The crowd applauded the winners as Kentin’s mother brought him into a tight hug saying she was so proud and his dad saying congradulations while giving him a firm handshake. Across the courtyard Candy looked overjoyed, while Rosa and Capucine swelled with pride.

After the crowd had settled down a bit, Patrick continued to speak, but Kentin found it hard to pay attention. He noticed Candy suddenly leaving the courtyard, running towards the curb outside the school. Where was she going? He started to make his way through the crowd, unnoticed by his parents. Then, he heard Candy yell.

Candy: “LYSANDER!”

There was a high pitched shriek and a squeal of tires. Kentin bolted for the entrance, alarmed and fearing Candy was hurt or in trouble. But as he arrived on the scene just outside the courtyard, he stopped dead in his tracks next to Candy who was standing the sidewalk. What he saw was Lysander...laying unconscious in the middle of the street...bleeding.

Kentin: “....!”

Dalaney was also nearby on her phone calling an ambulance, her voice trembling.

Kentin: “Y-You left so quickly...I was worried and I...”

This scene was hard to process at first. It was like he was in a fog. Candy remained in stunned silence, and Kentin tore himself away from the sight to look at her. She was in complete shock. Kentin realized she must have witnessed the entire accident. He instinctively took her in his arms and covered her eye, trying to shield her. Passersby started to congregate on the sidewalk as sirens could be heard off in the distance, drawing closer to the school.

#mcl #my candy love #Kentin #kentin's pov episode 30 #pov #episode 30 #amour sucre

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dynamic lives, static signals: part 1

telephone blues

Crossposted on ao3

part 2

Summary: Alfendi is tired, and Kat just wants her brother to keep in touch. Lucy is... otherwise occupied. A movie night.

Relationships: Lucy Baker/Hilda Pertinax, Katrielle Layton/Pipper Lowonida

Rating: T for language and implied sex

“And that about wraps up the Simmons case, Prof.”

Lucy dropped the file on the Prof’s desk, where he was sitting and studying another open case file.

“Thank you, Lucy,” said Alfendi absentmindedly. “I'll double-check it later.” He kept looking at the page in front of him, eyes glazing over as they moved back and forth pointlessly.

Lucy gazed down at the Prof. “You quite alright?” It looked almost as if he was going to fall asleep. Just watching him made Lucy drowsy. As her eyelids started to drop, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

“Yes, just tired. The amount of homicides going on recently is a tad overwhelming. I appreciate your help with all these cases.” While Alfendi spoke, Lucy took out her mobile .

Text from: Kit Kat

make sure al is coning to movie nite 2day

It buzzed again.

the basrrerd was “sick” last weel

“Hey Prof, Katrielle wants to know if you’ll be at my flat later for movie night,” Lucy said. “We’re watching some Rector film with Leonardo diCameo and Cate Quinslet, if that's any incentive.”

Alfendi sighed. “Tell my sister it will take a little more than a romance film to get me to see her.”

Lucy started typing.

Text to: Kit Kat

I don't think he wants to come. Seems dead tired if you ask me.

Text from: Kit Kat

tell that asdhole I’m getting the good pizza and mr. lipsli’s cookies

and if he doesn't come I'll make sure he ends up on a mysteey room caae file

“She's getting the good pizza from that place by Guildhall. And cookies from the bakery on Chancer Lane,” Lucy read from her phone.

“Plus she said, and I quote, 'if he doesn't come I’ll make sure he ends up in a Mystery Room case file.’ I think she means as the victim, Prof.”

Alfendi got up from his seat behind the desk. “Fine. Tell Katrihell I'll be there. Your flat is near hers, correct?”

“Aye, P. Usle Avenue. I'm number 33, just shoot me a text when you get there,” Lucy said. She smiled, writing a quick confirmation message to Kat before slipping her mobile back into her pocket.

“That being said, I've got to get back. Hilda will have my hide if I don't clean the flat before we have guests, and we've finished enough cases for today, dontcha think?” Lucy glanced back at the Prof for confirmation, but he was already buried deep in his case file.

“Yes, fine. See you later,” he mumbled.

As she walked out the door, Lucy shouted over her shoulder at the Prof. “It's at seven! Don't be late!”

Alfendi sat, stewing in his car. Traffic was a nightmare come to life at six o'clock on a Friday evening, apparently, and the unusually warm fall weather helped nothing. The inspector was sweltering in his turtleneck, even without his lab coat.

For fuck’s sake, he thought. I thought rush hour was over when I got home. Cars honked all around him, but Alfendi just looked out the windshield and mourned the loss of a quiet night at home.

Damn Kat and her damn movie nights. Why can't she just call me like a normal person to catch up? And I bet she's bringing her damn girlfriend too. Two goddamned couples and I'll be fifth wheeling. Good thinking, Al. You give in to your goddamned kid sister and now tonight will be louder than Dolly Hollerday at a kids’ concert.

Traffic started to move, and Alfendi moved with it. He supposed seeing Katrielle again wouldn't be so bad, but it had only been two weeks since they had last seen each other. One if you counted the time she dropped into his office on business. But he liked Lucy’s place, and Hilda would be there. The movie didn't sound so bad either.

This could be fun, thought Alfendi as he made his way through the still-busy streets. He braked suddenly, jerking himself forward as another car cut him off at an intersection.

“Dickwad!” He yelled out the window, shoving out a hand with one finger raised. Or maybe not so much.

Lucy opened the door almost right as Alfendi sent her a text. Over an hour later, he had managed to find P. Usle Avenue again. By the time he arrived it was 7:14 P.M., and the whole party was already there.

“Hiya, Prof!” Lucy beamed at him, and Alfendi returned the smile.

“Hello, Lucy. Sorry I'm late.” He stepped into the modest flat, which was filled with knickknacks and bright colors. His former co-worker was sitting on a large couch in the living area, typing something on a laptop.

“Hi, Al,” said Hilda, barely glancing up from her work. “Good to see you.”

Alfendi smiled. “Likewise, Hilda. It's been too long. You really ought to accompany Lucy to the Yard more oft- oof!”

Katrielle Layton had jumped on him, smothering him in a tight hug around the neck.

“Big brother!” She squealed.

“Hey… Kat… rielle…” Alfendi croaked out. He spotted a blonde-haired woman occupying a chair next to Hilda. “Hello… Mayor-” he gasped- “...Lowonida.”

“Just Pipper is fine, Inspector,” said the mayor through her giggles.

Kat released him, and Alfendi took a few huge breaths. “Jesus, Katrihell. Are you actually trying to kill me? After I showed up and everything?”

“Yes, because you missed last week's movie night!” Kat said in a voice suspiciously close to a growl. “I’ve been worried sick, not to mention you looked terrible when I saw you at the office last week. You look even worse now, you silly boy.

“Have you slept at all this week? And look at this. Roots, Al.” Kat reached up and pulled the top of his head towards her, frowning at the brown hair around his part.

Alfendi, head still bowed, met Kat’s eyes. “Sorry that making a living is keeping me from dyeing my hair,” he jibed. “We're a bit stressed up at the Mystery Room.”

“Wait, Prof, your hair color isn't natural?” Lucy had taken a seat and was leaning on Hilda.

“Nope!” chirped Katrielle. “He dyed it this color when he was- what were you, Al, seventeen?” Alfendi nodded in agreement.

“Around that time.”

“Oh Lu, you should have seen it! Dad was so shocked, I thought his eyes might fall out,” Kat said.

Hilda looked up and grinned. “Al made me and Justin help touch up his roots in school because he didn't want to pay for a professional.” Lucy laughed at this and buried her face in Hilda’s shoulder.

“Enough about my hair, how about the movie? And food? I only came because we're getting the good pizza,” Alfendi grumbled.

Katrielle’s eyes lit up like stars. “Oh, the pizza should be delivered any minute! I can’t wait! Pipper, you set up the movie so we can start it as soon as the food gets here, right?”

“All taken care of, darling,” the mayor said from her seat. “It's like you care about the food more than me!”

“Mmm…” mumbled Kat as she watched the door, waiting for a knock.

Soon the detective got her wish, and flung open the door. She hurriedly paid the delivery girl and toted a stack of pizza boxes in.

“Okay…” she said. “A medium Hawaiian for Al and Hilda…” Katrielle pushed a box into Alfendi's arms. He moved to sit next to Hilda, forcing Lucy to release her girlfriend and sit amongst several cushions instead. Hilda snapped shut her computer at last and turned her attention to the food.

Lucy took a pizza box offered to her by Kat. “Large pepperoni?” she asked.

“Enjoy,” Kat replied with a wink.

She handed Mayor Lowonida a small box. “A personal cheese pizza for my beautiful lady-” she sat down as close as possible to Pipper “- and two almost-everything pizzas for me!”

“How are you going to eat all that?” Alfendi scoffed. “Jesus, Kat. Good thing you bike everywhere.”

Katrielle frowned. “Well, I don't understand how pineapple on pizza could possibly taste good to anybody. How you two can stand it might be the only mystery I can't solve.”

“Oh, shut up,” Alfendi said, though he was smiling.

The mayor pressed a button on the remote, and the movie started.

“Ah, what romance!” said Lucy around a mouthful of pizza. “They knew right away that they were meant to be, even bein’ strangers to each other.”

“I think our love is just as strong, dear,” said Hilda. She dabbed at her mouth before moving to the other end of the couch. She sat next to Lucy once more and kissed her cheek.

“As is ours,” Pipper said. Katrielle smiled at her. Kat leaned her head on Pipper’s shoulder and took another bite of pizza.

“What about you, Al?” Kat said, mouth still full. “Anyone special I should know about? I don't know anything about your life, seeing as you haven't called me.” With this she gave Alfendi a pointed look.

He considered flipping her off, but decided to just speak. He didn't really care about disturbing the movie at this point. “Well, prospects have dwindled. I haven't met anyone worth dating in ages. Not that it's your business what my love life looks like, Katrihell.”

“Hmmm,” murmured Kat, eyes on the screen. “All I'm saying is that Ernest is available.”

Alfendi just looked at his sister, dumbstruck. Once again, he thought about giving her the finger. “Are you nuts? I'm at least ten years older than that poor kid! At least! Not to mention how you led him on, the sap.”

“I pay him now! And-”

“Y’know, I were jus’ talkin’ to an old friend of mine. She’s a pretty lass if I ever met one, and clever too. I'm sure I could convince her to go on a date with you, Prof,” piped Lucy.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Lucy, but it's really a non-issue. Dating isn't an important part of life right now. Work is the priority.” Now it was Alfendi's turn to give a pointed look to Kat.

She studiously ignored him in favor of the film. Alfendi grumbled indistinctly as he shoved a chunk of pineapple into his mouth. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and lay down on it, settling down to watch the movie.

“Al? Come on, wake up.” Katrielle shook her brother. Alfendi was passed out on Lucy’s sofa. He had shoved a pizza box to the floor.

Katrielle was trying desperately not to wake Lucy and Hilda, who had fallen asleep snuggling together.

She continued to shake Alfendi. “Wha? Kat, what’re you-”

“Shhhhh,” she said, pointing to the cuddling couple.

“What's going on?” asked Alfendi. He was whispering this time.

“The movie’s over. Come on, you can stay in my flat, it's just down the street. Flora’s room is empty since she's in America.” Kat paused and tugged on Alfendi's arm. “Up with you now.”

She dragged the man off of the couch. He reluctantly walked out the door with her, too tired to really understand what was going on. Katrielle waved an arm at Pipper, asking her to join them.

The trio walked down Kat's street. It was lit by sturdy street lights, the kind nice to look at. Everyone walked in silence as they admired the few stars above.

Kat thought to herself how idyllic it was. A perfect night.

They entered Katrielle's flat. It was marked by a pretty blue door,which creaked upon being opened.

Pipper flipped a light switch, illuminating the dark hall.

“I can drive back to my home, Kat,” said Alfendi, now at full volume and full attention.

“Hush, it's late and I've got an empty room. Plus, your place is across town. You're staying,” Kat replied.

Pipper silently moved to Katrielle's own room, while Kat and Alfendi headed towards Flora's. Alfendi immediately flopped into the tidy bed.

“I miss Flora,” he said.

“Me too,” said Kat, “but she wouldn't appreciate having your shoes on her bed.”

Alfendi laughed and moved to remove his shoes. “Thanks for letting me stay, Kat. Really.”

“Goodnight,” she sing-songed as she closed the door.

“Love you,” said Alfendi.

“I love you too, big bro,” Kat said through the cracked door. “Now sleep. You need it.”

Katrielle walked down to her room, where she found Pipper undressing. “Now that we're alone…” said Kat, “what am I going to do with you?”

They both grinned.

end

Thanks for reading!

A/N: This is probably super out of character but I don't really care

(P.S. I'm sorry if I butchered any accents please forgive my American ignorance)

Clarifications:

Timeline: Set sometime shortly after Millionaire's Conspiracy.

Nicknames: Alfendi calls Kat "Katrihell" because hell is what she gives him (haha I think I'm funny). Lucy kalls her "Kit Kat" because she's sweet.

Kat's cursing- She doesn't curse out loud as it's not very gentlewomanly, but has no qualms about cussing out her brother over text. He is, after all, the one who taght her every curse in the book.

The living situation- Kat and the mayor alternate between each other's homes. Flora lived in Kat's spare room for a month or so, but has since returned to her life and career. ( I think she's significantly older than Kat and Alfendi because she couldn't have been younger than 12-14 when Al was adopted or born. This is assuming he was adopted as an infant.)

Flora's location: Flora is in America with parties who will probably become named in a shorter follow-up fic.

Technology- If someone tries to tell me they have a crime scene simulator but not cell phones in the Laytonverse I'm going to scream.

#katrielle layton #professor layton #layton's mystery journey #alfendi layton #lucy baker #hilda pertinax #ernest greeves #flora reinhold #layton brothers mystery room #mystery room #laytonida #bakinax #professor layton fanfiction #layfic

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